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Hovering. Hovering over an ocean of dark. Still—over the drowning of dreams. Darkness, the face of the deep.
Something stirs on the water; ripples, faint.
Someone is breathing.
White caps; wind rising.
[“Hovering,” from Redemption Poems]
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