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Dec 2012
He once asked me
Was I just merely chiseling stone?
Or building a cathedral?
And to this day
I’ve seen life
In its most elevated grandeur
Because that’s what it is.
I just never looked up
At what I was creating.

I haven’t looked down since.
Thanks, PB.
EC Pollick
Written by
EC Pollick  F/Pennsylvania
(F/Pennsylvania)   
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