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Jan 2021
Out from the trees he came in sight,
Weaving lightly and blinking bright,
I watched it drawing ever near,
A tiny phantom of the night,
And the thought wandered in my mind,
With its tiny lantern did it find,
Whatever it was searching for,
Before it joined its ghostly kind?
Shaun Yee
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Shaun Yee  Italy/Malaysia
(Italy/Malaysia)   
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