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Excerpt: WE CANNOT TURN AROUND The shattered glass Of soundproof walls That can block the night no more Is scattered, alas, On the broken stillness Of a distant, darkened shore. That shore is still, and silent In the moonlight, But for the waves of a falling sea That is never drowned. We are open, awake, aware, But we cannot turn around. © 2009 Laura Sunny Marie Hartfield; All Rights Reserved.
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