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Passing the Solstice


   The comforts of living are deep,

   Far sweeter than the residual pains

   Swaying the lazy mobile of other

   Nirvanas that hangs from visions

   No riper than the spring ahead;

   It's time to stay a while in this

   Place of moments, where softening

   Days carry the bones in warmer hands

   Than we had ever hoped to feel.
 


- David Mitchell
 

to David   /  to Moongate
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