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Sep 2014
When we pass,
reduced to soil,
our shadows detach,
from mortal coil,

They find new masters,
who draw fresh breath
not long after,
We, old ones, enter death.

Long after we have gone,
Our shadows cast further on,
They too learned our lessons
and pass them quietly along.
kj Foster
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