Hour 1, Poem 1

A single light in the dark
A warm corner in endless winter
Like the embrace of age old cardigan
After a long journey home.

The smells will fade
So will the touch
The face and voice
Will be but a hazy picture

But I will remember
The warmth
The heart
The single light in the dark.

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