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Apr 2017
Once upon a time there came a hither
This nothing was but a better remembered
The thoughts of it’s mention
And lasting intention
Dream out in the night
And turn slowly near

Of all this untold, the fret won’t matter
The known and the true dance in tireless progression
The time that it takes
To close in the gap
Remains just a chance
That we hold in our hands

The story’s now near once again a hither
It’s never so close as away it becomes
How near yet how far
How bizarre can it be
To tread in this moment
And live what we see
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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