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Nov 2012
“Where do we go from here?”
Asked the lost navigator
As he scanned the ocean
And saw he was alone
Invisible to him,
Were the masts,
Confused for the clouds,
And the boats,
Bluer than the sea,
And the people,
All united under the sky,
They kept looking up.
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