Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color

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Gazing down the wells
of the afternoon,
the sunlight turns silvery-blue.

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Give me one minute and your mind. 1. Please read the poem aloud. 2. Take a closer look at the photo 3. Play the first 30 seconds of Chopin’s Nocturne in B-flat minor, Op 9, No. 1. (past the 00:26 mark).
The goal: Create a dreamy, contemplative experience before you move on.
Thanks to all.