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May 2014
At the start, in discovery, everything is rosy.

You, sun, you made me so happy,
I laughed and smiled and was all that I could be,
And we lasted awhile and I felt free, free, free.

But now I don’t know.

When he, my friend,
(Oh it’s us until the end?)
Is such a long way to go.
Is as far as that stone’s throw:
From my mountain top, hurled,
Across the pond - the world -
Into fire.

This grenaded-life we lead together,
-But I taste nothing in this water-wine-
We will storm it now, we’ll weather, whether
In the end we melt, or in the end, we’re fine.
Harriet Lucy
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