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Oct 2016
I am not afraid of the storm.
Or of the wildness of the winds.

I am not afraid of the darkness.
Even my nightmares
Have little power to frighten
Any more.

I am not afraid to die.
There is very little mystery left.

what is left?
You may be wondering

that may be a conversation
For another day
Emily B
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Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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