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The Monarch I watched the butterfly swoop and sway writing on the air his story of purpose. Fulfilling each chapter as was recorded. The sun ripened reality to bring forward harmony to support his very existence. With flourish he wove through his days To observe his grace was exquisite. He was so thoroughly alive with integrity until one day he quietly flew away. |
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Ed died.
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