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I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.

Mark Nepo

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Mark Nepo
Age: 73
Born: 1951
Born: February 23
Poet
Brooklyn
New York
Filled
Air
Looked
Gold
Saws
Flecks
Hundred
Broke
Times
Dust
Sun

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