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Familiar things are comforting Even familiar thoughts bumped into in the hall A dim reflection often seen at window-repeated angles, Familiar touch, the way you give your hand over a stone wall walking, The same joke softening an angular day, Even reasoning like a rutted road can have a reassuring sound.

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