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foralways
i sit in the worn out
silence of day
as close
the soul touches
on moments so dear

as one
now another
still they remain
no different
heaven
was given us
here

a telling retold
by the burden
of truth
down through the places
as graces
divine

recalled us
remembered
as essence of home
light without imprint
of time

. . .

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