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Sometimes, just sometimes, late late at nightAt what must be the quelling time — that timeWhen all the known world, just that small known world,Is at quiet, not at peace, but quiet, save for breathing,You can feel it, just a bump, the rotation slips.
Zay Pareltheon
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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