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Aug 24
I thought grief was:
A river to cross
A mountain to summit
A trail to walk

Now, grief is:
An old friend
An outstretched hand
A delicate dance

Soon enough the song will end
But until then
I’ll learn the steps
The ebb and flow
The rise and fall
Until the final note is gone
Nyaituga
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Nyaituga  F/Australia
(F/Australia)   
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     Adam TΓΈrch and Vishal Pant
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