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Key West, Fla.

Aug. 1970

Quite night

The sun is going down,

it's quite now,

only the wind caressing the palms,

the sea gently kissing the beach

and a lonely gull

somewhere off in the distance,

break the stillness.

I remember now

other quite sounds,

the crackling of the fireplace,

the sound of skis

cutting new snow on a lonely trail,

your quite laugh.

It's your laugh I miss most,

and you.