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strange is the range

strange is the range of the moral high ground when taken then forsaken without a momentary pause Often explained as simply because as if treason needs no reason to be anything beyond embraced while evoking stoking THE fires of history erased   as if... unseen  would mean never existed When truth of facts are subjected to constant attacks they may appear ... to disappear like the boundaries of a moral high ground So... to wipe clean leaving around you all that is seen whitewashed and pristine as a snow-covered valley surrounding a large and beautiful lake where you are walking along on this fantasy ...this table flat plane no footprints seem to be left in your wake if this becomes the moral highground you choose to take I wonder what  will be the cost when you realize that you're lost or when in that emersed silence will you wish you could reverse time take it all back once you hear  the sound....of the ice ......go CRAAAAK!?
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keith-w-fletcher
68 / M
For You?
Written by
keith-w-fletcher
68 / M
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Jul 25, 2022
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