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The Thin Edge
(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

The Thin Edge

With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year
Go by before the windowpane,
And reach my hand to yours, my dear . . .
I wonder what it's like in Spain.

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A very thin edge between daydreams and reality- -a very thin edge that is sharp and cuts deep