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Wake at the Bell

It was an extraordinary evening.
As if love had replaced the oxygen.
We were all transfixed by it.
The music pounded off the stage,
its energy flowing through us as a rushing mighty wind,
charging the air in our lungs.
We held each other,
carefully, tenderly,
friend and friend,
stranger and stranger.
Again and again
the glasses went up !
A fist pump against the dark.
I thought ghosts were filmy
unsubstantial things.
I might have known
Gianni would do it different.

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