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Apr 2011
laying in my bed
a pillow
supporting
my aching mind
until a tiny
ray of sunlight
pierces through
the slim crack
in that illumination
minute dust motes
twirl, whirl, float
breathlessly
weightlessly
and in that moment
I am given
hope needed
to begin again
Written by
Rosie Mac
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   Pure LOVE, --- and Rosie
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