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Mar 2014
as the sun sets

we melt beneath the horizon

our ears pressed to the wind,

and eyes to the skyline

our hearts beat rhythmically

under the new moon.

the dawning of a new time,

the sound of an old truth.
Jen McGregor
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Jen McGregor
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