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Dec 2016
Twilight.
Neither day nor night.
A welcome; a goodbye.
A bridge.

It’s the appetizer before the meal--
a clue of what's to come.
Like when you were a kid
and shook your wrapped present
to guess what was inside.

It's the beauty before the allure.
Written by
rattletaptap  Where dragons roar
(Where dragons roar)   
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