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Updated: Jul 10, 2020

mornings like this remind me that there is more

the world goes on and on forever around the next bend

the next draw or downed tree it’s own universe alive and unsolved

there is no possibility like this to stand for a moment or longer

cast after cast an admission how small a space my breath occupies

the sun follows its own arc behind the clouds deliberate as my line now taut in the current

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