In an empty house
We three wanderers
Sat ragged by a fire
All high and full of stories,
Unable to hide from tomorrow
But not afraid to try.
That night she let the light of the flames
Dance across each of her twenty two years
As she lay lengthwise
And alerted the two others in the room
And the great silence of the cosmos
That she was alive and beautiful.
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