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Jun 2017
In death, perhaps we are like water
making our way ever deeper from sand and sky.
Maybe we fly, linger and hover awhile
and the dream of becoming a bird is real.
Maybe we are stars, floating oceans of night skies
moving toward divine light in swooping waves
pushing upwards through embryonic waters
spilling over the soul
again and again.
CA Guilfoyle
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CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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