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"Sleepy moths fluttered

In her dark eyes,

And her lips grew quieter
Than lullabies.
Swaying with the reedgrass
Over the stream
Lazily she lingered
Cradling a dream."
The Awakening of Dermuid, Austin Clarke
"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything."
A Grief Observed, C. S. Lewis