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Wind blows ceaselessly flinging the bits

of our old worn out battles aloft and away

as far as possible.  To think that a party

could cause so much hurt and bring so much joy.

My gratitude now smooshes around my

beleaguered neck in silken folds soothing

away the yearslong animosities

a miracle of human spirit

a lesson in forgiveness.

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