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Mar 2014
I straddled
the white-twins,
camped under the shadow
of ancient ice, basked
in the magic.

For days
I heard not
a single voice,
no human
passed my way.

Once
after midnight,
I heard a tonnage
of ice breakaway,
it sounded like thunder,
echoed out of my valley
& onto the altiplano.

After so much silence,
I became so astute
that I heard the sunrise.
Have you ever heard the sunrise?
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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