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Miles or minutes whatever comes. Beautiful

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Thanks Patris, yes, time and distance are tangled together aren't they?

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I like the imagery in the poem and the meanings I can pull out of them. How the sunrise serves as the border between light and dark. Then there’s the apple reminiscent of Eve and the Word , the breath. I think I gonna stop here lest I use too many “ands” making this comment a grammatical nightmare. Suffice it to say there’s a lot there.

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Thanks Stan, I like your perceptions.

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Perfect.

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Coming from the maker of some of the most perfect lines I've seen, I take this as high praise, thanks you.

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Awwww.

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I just noticed my typo in the above but I'm a-gonna leave it there as a nod to the fundamental imperfection of our lives.

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That’s what eye wood due.

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Perfect!

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Beautiful through and through...

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Thank you, Brian. I appreciate your funky good graces.

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You always inspire me to push harder and deeper with my own work. This is beautiful

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Thanks Jason. The inspiration is mutual, mon frère.

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Good one Jonathan.

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Thanks old pal. What's the state of the universe these days, btw?

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Astronomers have been trying to find the answer to that question for at least a century. I'm afraid it is still a mystery, as mysterious as a lover's eyes, as the Loch Ness on a windless day, and most especially as the sunrise, the same and yet always different as that of yesterday..

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An excellent piece! Love the knod to Frost at the end.

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Thank you Mr. Toops. I'm glad you caught the Frosty finish.

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