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By Mimi Zannino-Bracken | Posted 11/24/1999

I may never discover the

secret of our past,

the nudge of familiarity

resting in that first moment.

It is enough

to hear the music of

your voice once again,

the pine forest hum,

green needles plucking

an ancient forest rhythm.

It is enough.

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