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Cape North. Ocean surface Dark as a drowner's despair Hurling itself against itself Upon; within and beyond itself. You can smell the North Pole On the wind's perpetual threat Of storms so strong they carry Ice in their harsh beings. So unlike Warrnambool; emerald Waves high-fiveing Australian Rock over its own undeniable Beauty. Silver edged green gems Flowing as from a giant child Emperor's slain piñata. Scent of warm ocean rendering Its perfection even to closed eyes,   And I stand with one foot on each Vertical edge of the world. Thanking. Breathing. Watching.   Praying to -and for- everything. You are here with me. Like Yellow on wasp; feather on bird; The one thing added making All else as graceful as itself.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
Praying to -and for- Everything
Cape North. Ocean surface Dark as a drowner's despair Hurling itself against itself Upon; within and beyond itself. You can smell the North Pole On the wind's perpetual threat Of storms so strong they carry Ice in their harsh beings. So unlike Warrnambool; emerald Waves high-fiveing Australian Rock over its own undeniable Beauty. Silver edged green gems Flowing as from a giant child Emperor's slain piñata. Scent of warm ocean rendering Its perfection even to closed eyes,   And I stand with one foot on each Vertical edge of the world. Thanking. Breathing. Watching.   Praying to -and for- everything. You are here with me. Like Yellow on wasp; feather on bird; The one thing added making All else as graceful as itself.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
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