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In Conversation With The Sun

The sun has set and then seen fit to show her face again,
and so have I.
As she sparkles, I ask with a mousy, meek tone if I will always struggle to follow her as she rises,
and we share a smile.
She says nothing,
but we both know that brighter days are bounding towards us.

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