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Nov 2011
I float backwards in timeΒ Β 

to a day when I knew my way,
where I found a place; no longer
haunted by thoughts, felt those
dark clouds drifting away.

And as I close my eyes,
I imagine the sky.
Ted Boughter-Dornfeld
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