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Little by little she becomes something new…
As he fades a few shades, she’s never through…the color’s blue…
If little by little…the sound is an echo, a cavernous gorge, so far from bliss…
those times, she will miss…

Little by little a new world is there, changed, uncertain, so ready to tear…
The music is languid, legato and light…there is no flight…there is no fight…

Tides twist and twirl… and little by little…she unfurls… standing tall on disappearing sand beneath her toes, not neat, or tidy, unsteady, yet balanced…sea glass sparkling, a glimmer of….

Hope.

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