Margaret, Age 13, ON
If you go to a place
clinging to the ends of the earth
with not a soul to accompany you
in a time not defined as night
nor morning
nor afternoon
where the gale is neither warm nor cool
you may hear the voices of all those
who once lived and are now gone,
like leaves flitting through the air
you may see faces
etched into the sky
of those here before you
you will feel
time around you.
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