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Mar 2015
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There is
         magic
               beyond
           the tilled earth,
       beyond the trenches
                                  of the sea,
                    and the rocks,
             and roots of trees.
                     Fickle are we to see it not!
                                right beneath our feet,
                     they lie,
                                lighting up the way
            like fireflies in the night.
       And yet we still search
for the eagles that
       fly.
— Beyond our faded fantasy lies another reality.
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