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  • As I lay here in the silent dark
    The soothing whisper of my fan, like a childhood friend
    Whispering the same simple, sweet song it has softly sung
    for what seems like centuries
    forever friends with the baby, the child, the teen, the adult of my life
    (It knows not of time.)

    On this silent night, I can feel the glowing embers of the warm campfire
    that grow softly smaller and smaller until they finally blink out of existence
    no longer scary, now comforting,
    it is simply a best friend drifting into a peaceful sleep.

    I can feel the happiness of Christmases past
    wrapped around me like a warm robe
    as a gentle laugh lilts through the air from the other room
    and though I am alone, I am not,
    as a candle winks silently at me from across the room.

    I see the future again in sight
    once again laying softly, naturally in line with the past
    no longer a winding stairway into murky clouds
    now once again a simple, sunny woodland path
    I walk forward, always
    I feel the light, beneath my eyelids
    And the fan sings me softly to sleep
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