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          grey departures highlight the journey as
            azure solidly invites us to a different view,
               teasing glimpses of west nestled harshly against the horizon.
             and memories fade violently, like crimson
                 splotches of used strawberries against white terry cloth.
         spreading deliciously against silken measures of hope--
             stroked into believing truths too long sheltered.
              wondering if she even realizes how heavy the breath
                of living can be
        like a roiling, cleansing cascade of renewal
          washing away the grains of despair and gleaming
              with the honesty of a fresh rain.