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On that summer afternoon 
haze lay soft on the hills
like a soul departing a body.

It seemed a day to die,
even in the shade, one
match from catastrophe.

A breathless day of
waiting and hoping 
for nothing, for nothing.

 

 

Julian O’Dea

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