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There was a perfect opening between
the trees,

A frame for the Flame

Of Fire.

We walked towards it because that’s what you do when the Sun greets you and then follows you along your path.

You realize.

We walk in the Light

Of Love.


In memory of Dee
June 20, 1930 – November 6, 2011

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