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"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out Poetry" Muriel Rukeyser
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Ghost
Returning to the cabin
I embrace the silence
in the presence of an old friend
joining me for coffee
in front of the fire
As the heat rises
dust floats aimlessly
above our heads
carrying thoughts
of our lost time
Ellecee
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