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Nov 2017
When I miss you most,

I make myself a cup of tea,

and stay with a moment



The table wedged between windows,

leaves blowing in the trees across the street, above

the ballet studio where we saw no one dance



Warm colors waft the air into a soft focus that

is soothed by your presence, glowing
Jack Clearman
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Jack Clearman  27/M/San Francsico
(27/M/San Francsico)   
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