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The Squeaking Fan
After the laughter and the clinking glasses,
I stand by the window, watching,
The broom dances across the scattered leaves.A fan creaks, a whisper in the silence,
The night holds its breath,
While I listen to my own quiet thoughts.Among the broken twigs and crumpled paper,
A glimmer catches my eye, unexpected,
Beauty …