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Art credit Angel Dominguez
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I felt her jerk awake

Her climb

I was born in a cloud

If I had a chance to choose

Shames, regrets and frets behind

There is a little hidden glen

I have wandered seeking wonder

In our multitudes

We gathered on the strand
as her letter had asked;
each mourner held a page
from our friend who had passed.