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My sight starts failing me as time moves on.As time moves on the light from the funeral pyre rarely goes out.
James G Brennan
Ann Marie Steele
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I like the comparison of vision and light
I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.
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