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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Starry...
It's brittle cold here...
where smoke rises
in a
s
t
r
a
i
g
h
t
line
and your eyes
wAtEr to keep warm.
The skies have been clear though...
as if you could stare into Forever
and finally...
come ecaF
to Face
with your
Higher
Self.
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