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Quiet Darkness

Sam, 2004

A crowd gathers nightly Watching their sun’s show Applauding its brilliance Lovers, strangers, children and sages are one As the sun takes its bow Curtains of sea and sky close the performance Separating now into quiet darkness They hold on to their sun’s beauty Memorizing it with hope

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Rebecca, my friend and confidant

Rebecca

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Cure for grief

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Dear Grief

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