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| | | | | No sleep for a week or more; Awaiting this frightful day for sure. The scenarios playing through my head; Filling me with a sense of dread. Well, the inevitable moment has arrived; And the urge is there to run and hide. But I pushed through it strong and tall; And found that the dread was... | |
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| | | | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | |
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| | | | | Image credit: Joice Kelly | Unsplash Atlas' broad shoulders carries aloft the World's candles- children of the stars ** In response to Sadje's #Whatdoyousee #223 - January 29, 2024 | |
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