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Mourning Light



Deep Blues settle into
Yellows and Reds

Lifting my horizons,

While I sip coffee
Wandering again

Beneath it all...
I once complained
About the lack of

Clear directions
From whomever,

Until a dear friend
Returning from war

Enlightened me:

"She did the best, She could."

Kirk Gothier

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