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Silent
Night…
The
night is quiet
Breathing only when we breathe
Holding her thoughts only to hear ours
She is our silent accomplice
Giving us her nod of approval
We venture into the land of the forbidden
Where rules no longer apply
We are the rulers of our hearts and minds
We own our existence
We are the authors of our own stories
Fashion the key to our futures
On this night,
Even the night is awed by our presence.
Dean Jéan-Pierre