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Lake Champlain

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
    ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (1923)

The scents
The colors
The chill of the late summer evening
Remind me of home
The convention’s over
So is the assembly for dinner
Where I met her
An undergrad like me
Also into technology
Some interesting music
And amazingly enough accompanying me
Strolling through town
With its unusual shops
Where I select a volume of Chomsky
That like her
I’d never have had a chance to come across
Back in the capitol
Of that so-called north state
I know
I won’t see her again
Once the stream of a few letters
Finds its ending
At the beginning
Of winter

Thanks always returns

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