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Jan 2020
To spend the hours compiling skies, indexing unearthly strata,
Mark the dog-eared page of moments with the hesitant thumb,
Waiting to turn each day and find death a bouquet of words,
All to view glowing creases under the closed eyelids of time.
#sky #reflection #eternal #eternity
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  54/M/Virginia
(54/M/Virginia)   
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