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Feb 2012
The night is a ship of wonder,
and the bow and stern lines have been tossed to the shore crew.
The harbor pilot has checked his folio of channel maps
and sets a course that's true.
You and I, in our bark of dreams,
have an untethered universe to be.
Perig3e
Written by
Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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   Lily Mae, --- and Marsha Singh
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