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Feb 2015
We touch with an air of silence,
A feeling warm, but none too cool.
Our skin can feel the brilliance
Of wading through this reflecting pool.

In the night we'll build a fire
And hang our clothes to dry.
Then let our feelings perspire
And embrace the morning sky.
Palaver
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   Lior Gavra
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