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How Beautiful

04/28/2026 14:58h
A personal lens: glass bending rays That gave one that day’s news Saying each and every day, Just remember you are standing On a planet that’s evolving. How beautiful, she thought, what distance does For water, the view from above or afar. In last night’s dream, they were back again At the beginning. She was a child And he was a child. A plane lit down and left her there. Cold whitening the white sky whiter. Then a scalpel cut her open for all the world To be a sea.