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  • as fireflies blinked
    and mockingbirds called
    the breeze whistled a tune
    a moonbeam fell
    should i be
    closer or farther?
    quieter or louder?
    angry or solemner?
    as only memory reignites
    the feel of kind light
    in cherished eyes
    once again
    this candle alone
    does not suffice?

    * * *

    Dad passed away Nov 5th and we went back to NJ to bury him by his brother, Max. Both survivors of the holocaust, they came to America to pursue a better life for their families while paving the way for others who came after them. This is a photo of the supermoon that showed itself through dense cloud cover above my daughters apartment in Astoria on November 14th.
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