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Hope Harbour

Here we stand, clutching our tremors.
Silence streaming above the grey, weary skies.
We, looking at nothing in particular, yet nothing is everything to us.
The nothing we have now is Everything they’ve taken from us.
We cluster around the mist of waters, hoping something edges out of Nothing.

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