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Dec 2015
The stars were stitched into sparkling quilts by the hands of the one unseen
and the Earth was tilted on its axis so that everyone could dream.

While the dream may end in a cul de sac
we can go back and
dream again.

Every orbit is within us
and a universe inside, but
the whole human race is just a
pimple on the face of the one
who designed the ride.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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