Twilight stars that belong to each of us

Shine like children ‎

And disappear when they are called into the light

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Can I breathe in that same light, that same calling 

Of this new beginning of this day‎

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Palm trees dance in the wind, waves crash onto themselves and from the beginning of time the horizon awaits 

Light begins

As I breathe the breeze that I'm grateful for

This breathe, unencumbered except by what

I place in front of it, nothing is there

As the expanse of this sea in front of me, it flows onto itself and belongs to everything....

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