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Aug 2013
As the sun shines through the leaves,
The colors brighten.

But if it attempts to shine through us,
We are left blackened and hollow.
The light is behind
And we are walking away.

Or maybe leaving the darkness behind.
Emerging from our silhouette to show
Our true colors.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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