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The Cherita, Book 14, May 2018
Issue: "not a memory, exactly"
windswept
prairie grasses
entice me to dance
with open arms,
I twirl until the earth
and sky are one
this bizen cup
stained with ash
and memory
my sister
speaks to me
from somewhere beyond
ensorcelled
by ribbons
of aurora borealis
we watch
as our world spins
into morning
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