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"Field Of Dreams"

April 21, 2017

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Supermodel Meghan Collison appeared in the "Field Of Dreams" story for Harper's Bazaar UK magazine, filmed by Ellen Von Unwerth.

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UNIQUE by © Abimbola T. Alabi Because I know who I am, I'm at ease and free. I can't be like others, And they can't be me. I've got fading scars, An unusual physique, But it all works together To make me unique. I've got hidden strengths, Some obvious flaws. Still I am who I am, For better for worse. I don't have to blend in; I won't live a lie. I can't please everyone; I won't even try. Some call me proud; Others stare at me in alarm. But I'm not one to bother, Because I know who I am.

THE OCEAN by © B Gosling The waves trickle along my toes. The soft ocean sprays across my nose. The sand was compliant under my feet, Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet. The water rose and enveloped around my shin. The salt water numbing against the skin. A shell drifted, caught in the tide, A tiny crab adrift inside. The water drifted up to my hips, A million kisses from the ocean's lips. A gentle caress from the deep blue, Though it would've been better if it was from you... The water enveloped around my waist. A thousand tiny fingers around me laced. The horizon calls, it beckons me Out towards it, across the sea.

HOW IT USED TO BE © Melanie Edwards I remember how it used to be when nothing else matter but you and me music, country roads, and future dreams. I miss you, I wish you could see although you are here, I miss you and me. I remember when you said how happy I made you and you really meant it...now, it's just a phrase you say without thinking. I miss those days when you'd call just to say "hi" or "I love you"...the days it was so hard just to say good-bye for a while. I remember how wonderful it felt the first time you held me in your arms-and how after all those years you still made my heart melt. I miss the old you- and the old me The old us that could just sit and talk for hours and never run out of things to say. I remember when time simply stood still- when in each other's arms is the only place we wanted to be...forever. I miss us as I remember how it used to be... when nothing else matter but you and me.

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