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There I Was
It was the kind of night
where the stars come out
swinging.  Suddenly thousands,
hundreds of thousands, each
one like a memory, sky full
of old scars.
A group of three girls pass by,
preoccupied with themselves,
with something within themselves,
with one another.  Too impossible
to ignore, I watch them as they
move off.
One bumps lightly into the other.
She laughs.  Their histories are
probably full of long, starless afternoons,
like nothing I have ever seen.

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