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December 28, 2010

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn. ~Robert Brault

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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.
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