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Unaware

The light of the night shadows o'er the sun. The darkness of day spares none. In plain sight we miss, while not discerning, And seek what we're unknowingly yearning. It never was lost, but always right there. We find deep inside that now we're aware. Scott L. Vanatter, 6 January 2009 (Poem on turning 55 years young. Grateful for seeing what I see. Thanks Becky.)