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The small and tender hands
that once crushed fresh lavender
on windy days
and gathered shiny stones for luck,
skip cold and barefoot
by the stream,
now clench a weathered walking stick,
fingers soft and wrinkled, kind
beside lost meadows, beautiful,
and all the dreams that lay behind.

T. E. Pyrus

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