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At year’s knife edge the night is long, obsidian blade cuts open new dawn. The clock’s hands turn and grasp the knife to slice open the box of a new year’s life. And from the cut the knife just made comes ray of light that glints on blade. What this beam will bring? I do not know. But I’ll take some hope and let light flow. — Photo here: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lem2baz3ks25
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:45 AM UTC
Year’s edge
At year’s knife edge the night is long, obsidian blade cuts open new dawn. The clock’s hands turn and grasp the knife to slice open the box of a new year’s life. And from the cut the knife just made comes ray of light that glints on blade. What this beam will bring? I do not know. But I’ll take some hope and let light flow. — Photo here: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lem2baz3ks25
Happy New Year to the HP community. May you have a peaceful and healthy 2025!
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 7:45 AM UTC
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