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Nov 2011
Years that have drawn us together;
the miles that separate;
the memories of our past,
distantly sweet, and yet,
not forgotten.

Summer joys, you were mine.
There we sat,
feet immersed in the rushing water;
time, as still, as the sun was hot.
Unknowing to all,
the moment was ours.

Have you gone away?
Have I?
Dane Johnson
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   Lindsey Cira
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