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sonja benskin mesher

once again we come back to ourselves, our life ,

the reality of  things, we stumble through

neatly.

while all around is trembling , we weave together

with dreams and possibilies.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter

now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

sbm.

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