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Jan 2014
Unfurled my sails, set off into regions unknown
Yet, somehow found home
Familiar towns under new blackened shrouds
Hardly recognized the beating of her heart
Though I could feel her go down
Poignant tears in my baby's voice and sound
I could barely stand to put her down
Conscience is here
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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