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Dec 2015
having learned , the days  will come longer soon. the sounds

softer.

once the day is dawn, the door is open, face to the sky, all

comes well some days.



some days it does not, yet it still comes light. the falling

days end.



i have been invited to the village gathering this night.

i shall not go.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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