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Jul 2012
from the tiniest of creaturesΒ Β 
to the furthest of stars
all things exist within each other
dissolution
and all things
return to their essence
what has come
returns
from whence it came
to chaos and the void
what was in between
is as never existed
Really not sure about this one    was walking on a winter beach thinking about infinity
any comments at all (critical too) are very welcome as it was partly deliberately "written' and didn't just arrive of it's own accord...;o)
Eileen Prunster
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Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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