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Saturday, January 1, 2011

My first this year, my first for you.

In circles and spirals and whirls of each other
we dissolve, we fall, we rise.
we destroy, we create.
tonight.
In the mist and fog and drizzle from above
we melt, we burn, we smile.
we laugh and then we cry.
today.
we mourn not what has passed,
because we know not what is yet to come.

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