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Jan 2021
It’s the small things
that matter
It takes time to
get them done
You must first await the
chosen moment
Never jumping
the starting gun

The policy of puritans
Police the walls of paradise
You can take your ball and go home
But you better play nice
You see...
Acceptance is a roll of the dice

An entrance with an exit
Describes a revolving door
A pattern that consist
Of both peace, love
Hate and war
To and fro
The ego goes
Reincarnated unaware
Wayward souls
(I hypothesised that last flow)

Irrelevant yet intriguing
Would be
An ending without a beginning
And so I shall begin the ending here
Universally unaware!

Traveler Tim
The objects that populate the universe are both aspiring and terrifying in their capacity to create and destroy us.
Solar flares and astroid lurking  in the darkness of space threaten our humble fragile existence here on Earth
And in the chaos, tension, conflict and social division of 2020 it’s easy to forget just how lucky we humans are to be here
But with a bit of hard work maybe one day we’ll venture out towards the stars!
Alex Filippenko
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
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