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Aug 2017
eyes to the sky in wonder;
that which is without united us within,
if only for a moment to remember;
neither born of blessing or sin,
excepting the forbearance of our differences
by the flight of the shadowed fire fly;
and that it could be done in these troubled times,
no matter it’s haste in passing us by
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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