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What the tonight wind had not power to do,
to blot out the stars,
thy sight did when thou looked at me:
like day it blotted out all my guilt.

stephanus.atticus
Nearby always changing,
faraway always staying the same. Nearby,  unknown as a stranger, faraway, known as family


Stephanus Atticus
From star to star

in the summer sky

I travel...

from note to note

of my beloved music

I've been dreaming....

and far getting close,

formerly apart

becoming

one

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