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Poem: Beneath the Starry Night

Beneath the starry night we hold vigil, our breaths abated coming softly in silent gasps, waiting for the sun that set low on a summer’s night to rise upon the fall. And in that nebulous dark, we squirm and wiggle and shake and quiver, wrought icy cold under the weight. …of the in-between. 

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