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Nov 2013

Taking a trip through my own history, and
I have met nostalgia.
Sifting through the mass of hoarded supplies
I find many pencils of times past.

In both ways physical and spiritual
they have traveled the world, and
they have been influential for me.

Some the second life for a tree, and
saturated with the oils of Morocco;
while others, mechanical in their composition, with
beach sand captured in each chamber.

These utensils carrying memories, and
on into the future with destiny to be determined.

Something based on an inspiration I have had for a long time, finally got a rough draft down to mess with from here.
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