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Colm Jun 2018
As the trees edge the clearing, so do I reach you.

As the sound of the breeze unseen is heard, so also has been the truth of me.

Some days afire, some days rain.

And some days to lose completely in thought, and others like the clearing standing still and in frame.
Reaching. Always reaching. Be it only beneath the surface.

— The End —