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James Foley Jul 2019
I can see the sea through a branch of green leaves,
And there's nothing else visible, nothing else green:
Like a void with no other world out there,
No other world anywhere.
And I think of you and wonder where
You are and if you wonder where
I am night now. But why should you care?
Someone dear but distant.

— The End —