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Crescendo
Survivors drift on leaves of learning
within a city turned to ice
while we return to that
from which we came
One measures things
by greater moments here;
Than all our constructs for the weight of time
can fathom
Cataclysms spark that flexibility
which frees us from our narrow selves,
Reminding us that dreams are never lost
along the path that's filled with options. . .
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