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May 2017
They danced,
and touched the sky.
No good, no bad;
nothing remained.
All became part
of their glowing trail.
They were violent seas:
fiery red, flaming orange.
They left everything
in ashes. As ashes.
Then they touched the sky,
and they danced.
Sean Hopps
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Sean Hopps
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   --- and Darshana Ramdev
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