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Feb 2016
All three lights were red
but we kept goingโ€”
afraid of the silence that would settle
between us if we
were stationary.

In silence
there would have been truth:
We have no common conversation.
Do not read between the linesโ€”there is nothing written there.
"Wake up slow"
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September  Victoria, BC
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