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Along the dark wet avenue, plying your way with other pilgrims, your radio on morning news, I reach out to you from this window, the
December 31, 2017
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Along the dark wet avenue, plying your way with other pilgrims, your radio on morning news, I reach out to you from this window, the
The longest night of the year noiseless except for choirs praising light’s return. I’m out of step like bear, devoted to winter dark, the quiet
Maybe its the way the cards are dealt – some take the high road, others down into the fray, yet no matter how improved or
The message you failed was schoolyard normal, your sense of self pulled down to the pavement, ground like chalk. You recover, create someone who faces
Maybe this morning as darkness thins with light slowly approaching, words will fall like rain to feed the roots of trees. The trees will forgive