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All you want me to bring back is a rock. No gifts,
no fine words - not even these. But you must
understand I have spent a lifetime making my way
to the edge of this stream where I sit in the spent
leaves writing what I know cannot be written. As
twilight thickens over my fingers, I realize these
words are falling short of the page. At last I see
your stone, luminescent in the gurgling darkness.
Forgive me for returning empty-handed, but if
I touch it now, I may never get home.
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~ Jim Sagel
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