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Feb 2015
The light that swirls in between spaces of the branches of the trees and the spaces between our fingers

the light falls out of pores.

we're either coming or we have just left, dimming the room.

and people always ask, where is our light?

it's gone out for them, but not for us.
Lindee
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Lindee  America
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