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Hope

6/12/2013

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                      Hope, 
        fragile and precious
               returned.
           And my heart
      opened up again
                gently
               quietly
              silently.
                   And 
                I felt
              at one
       with the Earth
        and all that is,
              again.
              And I 
          danced
            to the
       silent music.

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Inspired by the work of Melani Marx
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