East Aurora High School - Auroran Yearbook (East Aurora, NY)

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Photo by G. Franckowiak Progression of Life Thoughts settle on a wooden tomb, a Rectangle-box called a room. Shadows and dust rally defenses Leave corners, do battle Until a single ray of light ls thrust into this cage from the sky. A flower crawled into the light. Its petals echoed shades of night. But leaves and stem were points so bright, Like stars collected in the dark. lt searched for sun among gray gauze. The window stared back without cause. The rain had washed the rays away. The silent airs spell Smothers with strangling stagnance. The searching fronds fell- But starlight stem was trapped in clay. f'

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' t? W ,fi ' Photo by charles byron We all are alone Though some are more aware of it than othersg Each travels on a path that intersects many paths, But no two ways run parallel for long. To accept this truth is to accept life itself, And to deny it is to be hurt at every parting. Few will admit that it is sog Some weep openly and many cry within. To cry at each farewell is to have hope Of yet another meeting. D. Coyle Artwork by Susan Haller f V .39

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