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Sep 2015
The old woman
As a white candle
In a holy place,
So is the beauty
As an angel aged face.

As the radiance
Of the winter sun,
So is a woman
With her travail done.

Her brood gone from her,
And her thoughts as still
As the waters
Under a ruined mill.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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