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Aug 2014
Hello bygone
love. By the turbulent river reminds me
Of you an I on our
Walks. Down town yesterday
I ate a lonely lunch at
That quaint corner Café.
Where we had our first
exchange. Cards age in forgotten
Boxes.  In the winter
We drank fire
-side. Huddled To keep
warm. And the sticky summer
nights. Where no sleep occurred.
Written by
Windsor Wilhelmsen
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