Golden hues, up high,
about the clouds, in the sky.
Up here, holds no lies.
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Kristen Bansfield -Pen Name K.R.Fields
Self-taught inspiring writer. This lady wants to be part of the story in the process of writing stories. She never chose writing, Writing chose her.
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