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LINGERING HOPEI wander, lost in an orange glow, edges softened with purple. Warmth washes in comforting waves, and I am home; my body safely returned. Long buried desires well and stir. Dreams called wants flutter, hover in possibility. Could I? Dare I? Hope arises, lingers, is mine again. At last. Copyright 2000 Kathleen Miller Thomas |