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Mar 2019
And after you’ve painted
A thousand trees,
A hundred birds or more
And a city street,
A single grain of sand
Painted within a mile long beach
Means as much as the sum
Of all the other brush strokes each.
This one is for an artist who has finally found what home means. It’s where you want to be, but I guess you’re already there. You love the passing of time.
Elexer
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Elexer  TN
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