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Jan 2013
Clouds cover the sun
As it rises over waves; as I run
Away from actions
Dictated by fears, and false fractions
Of heart and understanding.
Slowly burning pink, demanding
The attention of crowds,
the sun escapes the clouds.
Ann Beaver
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