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Sep 2022
For many, August slips away
in a moment of time, weary and heavy,
A dull December. Not everyone
sees Tishrei is next on the calendar.
Let September be September, a new beginning,
turn the narrative that every start is also an end,
And this doesn’t always have to be burdening.
Shevaun Stonem
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Shevaun Stonem  18/F/pt | in
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