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May 16
Torch scorched, bell cracked,

Knell snatched, now uplifted,

Her light, hope, still shines.
Senryu.  Yes, if one doesn't die to the life every moment, then they not only never have lived, but, will not rise from these ashes, more deftly in finality, unto a wondrous plain; it's the plain boss, the plain.  As the phoenix rises from it's ashes, again, the moment is, hence.  That diving free-fall, out on a limb, is a fly on the wall.  Thanx for all you All do; have a good one   :)   reality
james m nordlund
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james m nordlund  58/M/reality, Earth, Universe
(58/M/reality, Earth, Universe)   
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