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A poem, from the late Chuck Trafelet of Traverse City, Michigan:
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Those who would know the truth

Must be prepared to accept

It for what it is; for once it

Is known there can be no

Turning back, no denying

Its existence, and not always

Can you exchange what is

For what you wish it to be

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  1. Deborah Hardwick says:

    I knew and loved Chuck when we were in college together, and I have never completely healed from his suicide. It is comforting to find his words here and know that his mind still lives.

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