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Sep 29
The moon crashes
into ocean night spilling
iridescence o'er me,
o'er half-opened eyes.
Bathed in the soft glow
of my friend holding me
beneath dappled shadows of
a whispering tree, I wake
from infinite dream to return
a blossoming flower—
A light has come to me now
in this midnight hour.
"The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything."
C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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