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Dec 2018
When,
in moonbeams’ thrall,
you’re bidden dance,
remove the veil from your eyes;
walk the dim halls of mystery
with feet
bare of all encumbrance;
enter the sacred grove
stripped of all pretension;
join the dance,
naked,
knowing
that life is light-
everlasting.
Written by
Michael Bryant
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