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Apr 2013
when connected
a story forms..
in the connecting
a certain glimpse
a spark divine..
illusive it is and
without notice the
dots grow dark
becoming shells..
we are wrapped
once more..
we hunger then
for new connecting
another glimpse..
with discoveries of
new dots and stories
hopefully we know
the life of a dot
is sweet and short..
but the connecting
is always sweet...
responding to Mae's
excellent poem,
"cocooned"
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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   victoria, Timothy, K Mae, Chuck and bex
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