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September 26, 2011

The sentinel node is clear.
Strange words that are, however,
happy, joyful ones to my ear.
All clear for take-off.
Clear as a bell.  A bell sounds
a time to celebrate
to re-imagine a life
to worry less, celebrate more
to be one who is elated
knowing that the wearing of hats
will be just because. Only and just.
I shall take cake to her house.

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