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Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

Janet Fitch

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Janet Fitch
Age: 68
Born: 1955
Born: November 9
Author
Journalist
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
LA
California
Janet Elizabeth Fitch
Love
Visit
Dragonfly
Parks
Dragonflies
Drinking
Skimming
Sky
Lotuses
Blue
Lotus
Eating
Echo
Dreams
Echoes
Dream
Park

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