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Feb 2020
I remember the first time I saw the northern lights
Do you?
I turned from south and thought I went blind.
Pleasance in green and blue and
Love and hate breathing in and out in tandem,

The night stretched miles and miles but neither of
us were in much of a rush.
No sound, just light and love and infinite twilight
With a warm glow all around us, tracing my outline  
blended with yours;

And I was so terribly unafraid.
Jake B Rydell
Written by
Jake B Rydell  22/New York, NY
(22/New York, NY)   
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