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Mar 2013
Morning light is what I’m reading in your eyes
half asleep with fire burning low
sunlight soft
mist drying in the grass
letting memories from nightmares pass
winter hasn’t covered up the daylight
it can only hide the life below our feet
Kahara Jones
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