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In Hindsight

That like ancient sands
were sprinkled in mine eye
I’d see the story clearer
and truth to justify
And like those tales of wanting
were cast in sallow stone
I’d read the keep and further weep
for sad tales of my own

About Rebecca Ahn

Writer. Editor. Warrior. And one Tough Cookie!

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