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Jun 2015
I see the divine.  Everyday, I touch it.
To pause, a while, in silence and peer
Passively as the sky breaks, a beacon
Beckoning and breaking through...
This time is MY time.  I will take it, and keep it.
I breathe it in, hold my breath, open my eyes…  

O, to be divine is to be alive.

I will experience all there is to experience.
I will be my own self.  I will become my
Own definition what is and what is not.
Jared A Washburn
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Jared A Washburn
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