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06/26/09
July Light
It's 9:30, in this northern clime. The sky, with its lingering brightness, Hovers above me, its cerulean hue hazed.
Outdoors, at this quiet restaurant Overlooking the reflective lake, I see how easy it is to confuse sunset with sunrise.
This breeze-riffled, tree-leafy evening, I'm as close to immortality as I'll likely be. Forever and I are almost one,
Where sky and lake and light are interchangeable And the days, years, eons indistinguishable From this luminous Friday night.
06/26/09
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