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Mar 2021
In my dark grief I find more depth to life
than what appears to be there at first sight
There I see more in my shadows
than what was lit by my first bright light
and there in the lee, God whispers
with a new voice
with a depth that finds me
at my midnight
Lost a close colleague and my aunt Betty this week.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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