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In the countryside There comes a darkness. A space- Craft blocks out the sun. Blue light from below. Blue light. The trees electric Wine dark disc over white sheep What omen is this That I, first of mankind sees? What heart of time past Has coalesced in this space? I stare at the ship Turn violet. My tired eyes Seeing new life above all
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Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
In the countryside a spacecraft
In the countryside There comes a darkness. A space- Craft blocks out the sun. Blue light from below. Blue light. The trees electric Wine dark disc over white sheep What omen is this That I, first of mankind sees? What heart of time past Has coalesced in this space? I stare at the ship Turn violet. My tired eyes Seeing new life above all
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27/M/Philippines
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
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