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Aug 15
When I view a sunset,
A burning bright red sunset,
or look upon the horizon
between the land and water,
I am reminded of Ancestorsโ€™ stories
of the betwixt and the between.
Neither one or the other.
Not this one, nor that one,
But the place in between.

The Betwixt and the between two different worlds
Betwixt and between waking and sleeping.
Betwixt and between dusk and dawn.
Betwixt and between the upper and lower.
Betwixt and between Heaven and hell.
A place of intrigue, mystery and wonder
If you dare
So much as to take a peek.
But itโ€™s beyond most peopleโ€™s imaginations
To ever go as far as
The betwixt and the between
This poem is based on a comment in a photography group Iโ€™m in, which had more meaning than I understood at the time
Written by
SiouxF  50/F/England
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