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Jan 2016
It is here
Long breath is needed
Only the Great Ones will reach
The small ones must wait for their return

The Season is coming
The time of New Life
There is a long journey
And the timing must be correct

There has been Death
The Song still rings the World
But there are fewer singing
I remember their Voices

When we go down
We will sing the names of the Great Ones
Those who have passed from the Now
Their echoes will show us the way
It is not down in any map;
true places never are.
Herman Melville
Michael French
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Michael French  Ontario
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