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The start of that smile
stretched across the field,
and just as the hour gets started
the sun sits quietly on shoulders. 
There is this confident calm,
a year has quietly gone,
it is time to look beyond. 
There are numbered meanings
perhaps I should see less,
my designer editor
I swear I promised 
to let her read my book. 
Maybe then, and only then
I could hide behind 
white designer sunglasses
just like Silvy did.