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searingthrough the icy dew the ember throbs and sways a color like a new balloon shimmers as she lays a streetlamp hot with filament reveals the pulse of night her hungry frightened magic too stunned to take a bite there is no dark there is no light as blossoms birth their blooms afloat upon the ancient way her silent power looms
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I have three beautiful children, my youngest son left this world on Jan. 31, 2009. I am experiencing profound transformation of spirit and mind. I have done many things, been many places, upside down, sideways and backwards, but this loss took me to...
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