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  • NAPOWRIMO Day 16

    To Know The Truth Another day has come and gone, Dusk spreads hen gentle cloak, The fog rolls in across the bay, Like slowly drifting smoke. All sound is muffled faint and far, The world fades away. A streetlight’s just a distant glow, ‘Round which some damp moths play. In darkness dense and damp and…

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