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Nov 2020
The sun rises in the blind hope of the morrow,
The tide focuses on the shore,
The verge of a dream awakens the moon whose light calms the fierce
Pacifying the lonely as the sun's warmth embraces the glowing light
A promising new dawn and new life
Forever changing the tide.
Being Esther
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Being Esther
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