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Jan 2013
the warmth was so near; I could nearly see it.
oranges, reds, blues.  The thought burned in my memory.
the intense heat of the flickering flame, so wonderful.
I had traveled so far in the cold, and finally savior!
but in an instant as swift as the hope flooded through me,
it drained out, leaving me colder than before.
Bailey Kreutzer
Written by
Bailey Kreutzer  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Sydney Victoria and Timothy
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