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Apr 2013
when it gets too dark
and the daylight is just a lingering memory
forgotten by palpable blackness
She leads me home
when I can't see
but one foot in front of me
and every sound
is amplified to the point
of disorienting confusion
she grasps me by the hand
gentle yet firm
and drags me safely past
the obstacles and debris
she leads me through
night after night
always in search
of another sunrise
Harry J Baxter
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Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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   Julia, --- and Susan O'Reilly
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