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Sep 2014
All night long
we stared,
watched them criss-cross
across the frozen sky,
in between the stars.
And we thought,
wondered to ourselves,
in the greater scheme,
where are we really going?
Nowhere
or to higher places
other than the north face
of this glaciated sacred-monolith.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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