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Jun 27
Does the beauty in the distance
Beckon?  To what end the way?
What more is there to say?  Are
We not now in the its midst now
Awed?  Is there a wish for more
No it is that this first moment now
Now be sustained:  We are in the
Glory of the mist yet Beholding it-
Only moving on to keep it forever

This is how I remember you Lord
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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