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Balance When I walk along this hidden path covered with twigs and broken pinecones full of the bouquet of a fresh fallen rain I can’t help but ponder how things might have been if you and I never unearthed our passion for one another The breath of life would be departed desire would be extinguished my fears would be wild and my tears would scorch Balance, with you, appears unconsciously Michele Mann |
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I am dedicating this to my husband Tom.
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