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  • I walked a lane
    familiar, though foreign
    The houses looked the same
    but only as each other -
    not as any I'd seen before
    Perhaps over the next hill
    I'll know my way then

    I climbed a hill
    steady, though steep
    The landscape didn't fit into any
    any memory of any hill I'd known
    Perhaps at the next corner
    I'll see a sign there

    I passed a cafe
    hushed, though harried
    No diner, save one met my eye
    "Did she pass this way?"
    The one realized that no one else heard
    and tried to drop his gaze
    Angry, I announced:
    "She wouldn't have stopped here.
    Here there is nothing to see!"

    I walked away, defiant
    but knowing more and more completely with each step
    she wasn't ahead
    my path would not meet her again

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