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arms stretched back in ease hands behind my head with a smile that says no more blue skies. "don't be sad," she said, "it's only me," she said. after all the strange difficult days trying like the sun and coming up short it's not agony lying still for once. "don't be sad," she said, "close your eyes," she said. on the grass on my back watching the clouds obscure the blue as the world slowly goes down. © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |