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The moon's arc hangs
above trees
immurred in dream
My Grandmother sees me
staring
sees me deep in my intent
to understand
she passes on
leaving me
in some group of moments
she herself had never
lost
in the picture
at her bedstand
the moon hangs
in a deep blue sky
tonight, clarity
connects its arc
to her
far in the moon dark sky.
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