When I think of home...

Tuesday, Jun. 10, 2003 ~ 9:09 AM

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I remember Peri in a series of light and darks.

The dark little alcove that she used to sing in. How bright it got in there when she opened her mouth.
The sunlight through the leaves as she laughed like the trees, how everything seemed to fade away around her.
She is back in the town I left.

I think of her and have a longing for home.

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