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A quiet voice in my ear speaks of sorrow, of lives loved well,

Of being alone. Of a threatening drift of currents unknown,

Of handling challenge.

Of the need to learn and taking decision again. Of finding comfort

In the moment, of knowing the next hours hold little, that the now

Harbors maybe a mite more:

Found in a sweet phrase. Or the help of hands

That quietly bring a moment of calm, of peace, of order

However brief.