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Aug 2012
There are these christmas lights in
my room, and for a time I was bothered by the one
blue light that was out, and when I
had friends over, this friend,
she said,
Oh, but there are many lights out,
don't you see the one over there?
And here, above my head?
The one by your bookcase?
To be honest, I was a bit heartbroken to have not seen
the others, and now I can't help but notice
to count, and realize that so many of them
are dead.
(c) Brooke Otto
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