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Good Night

Before I go to sleep

I hear that a dear friend, loved, loving,

full of warmth and life and sunshine,

has died.

 

I wake to restless air,

blown by rattling wind

chilled by snowflakes

dark as night.

 

And the tiny pool of light

in which we live

feels suddenly

smaller.

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