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…hought it was clear, I thought I sent you what I was sending. After all, you were so clear to me. It was the day before the February full moon through the black fingers of the elms. They are perfect, those branches. They want to grasp the same things I do. I wanted to share my eye…

Between Me and the Sun
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J.D. Harms

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Ann Marie Steele
Ann Marie Steele

Written by Ann Marie Steele

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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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