January 5, 2012
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I trudged home
with an arrested mind
and a heavy heart.
In a trance
with closed eyes I
crossed the road
rain mixing with my tears.
Suddenly it hit me
a blinding flash
a liberating thought
a victorious trumpet.
And I lay there. Still.

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