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Sep 2016
From here
You can only see
The brightest stars
Skies so dark
Between lights
Spread far

Way down here
Our existence stalls
Adrift this
Tiny little speck
Of a crowded
Conscious ball

Suspended in a portion
Of one of
One hundred billion galaxies

Down here it's not so clear
Β Β What's going on up there...
Traveler Tim
Northern Michigan Skies
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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