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70 Quietly, Forever For Nöle Under a shade tree Beside a river of blood We touch without speaking. The sky comes closer, As if drawn to reflect In a pool wind never finds. The river begins high In the bones of elders, Flows onward into The deltas of children . . . Imagines no ending. Whenever we are tired Or lonely, lost or gone, Remember, we are together Always, quietly, forever. ...

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