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Holding a candle to the moon,

summer was melting away.

the gentle touch of coolness

breezed beyond the tides and campfires.

I could fall into a reverent sleep.

but the games are still

washing up in waves of laughter

like the night sea

I sit by the dying fire

to think of nothing

just to be.

To a life less broken,

to the flow of days,

oh well anyway

Forever is no place to be, really.


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