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Jan 2017
i am sorry
that i will not have
the time
to grow old
and my heart weeps
that i will not see
the world
just one more time
as it once was
i grieve
for all of the futures
that will not be
and the pasts
that will no longer
be retold
i lament day
and night
that it has come
to this

to be present
at
the end
as it begins
Little Bear
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Little Bear
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       Michael Stefan, ---, ---, Aazzy, Sean Flaherty and 24 others
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