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Feb 2018
it appears,
broadly blending consciousness
and the pitter-patter
of rhythmic rain,
and I don't feel it, but
eight hours later I pass
from its watchful gaze.
Dawnstar
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Dawnstar  out of the blue
(out of the blue)   
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