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Yesterday
In
Santa
Fe
The
Sky
Was 
Pearl
Grey, 
As 
Mourners
Paced,
Searching 
For
A
Beloved’s
Resting
Place.
I forgot
The 
Number
After
All 
This
Time,
And
Had
To
Go
Back
And
Forth
To
Bring
It
To 
Mind,
And
Find
The
One
Who 
Left
Me
Behind.
I got
My
Bearings,
Placed
Fresh
Flowers,
Symbol
Of
My
Caring,
And 
Kissed
The 
Stone,
Still 
Warm
From 
A
Sun
Now
Gone.