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Aug 2012
Slowly the winds will change.
The reminisce of this season
shall be swept out of range
without thought nor reason.

Nature holds no fear
for a life so uncertain.
All must inevitably disappear
without knowing when.

Acknowledge this destiny
facing each day
in hope another you will see
even upon losing your way.
Hillary Shepheard
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