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Dec 2020
That, which is before me, I take hold,
Stepping forth with the keys
Once wearily, but now growing bold.Β 
Down, black dog, down.
Joy: light in thin cracks extol.
My heart, growing in strength
Stepping out more bold,
It’s the only way to learn, heal and grow peacefully old.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F
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