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Where I'll Be

“where the sky rests on the rounded dome; where the boat glides over the rough sea; where the matchstick ignites that first, feisty spark; where the flowers still bloom neglected in the dark; where fine tobacco is licked into thin paper tubes; where one plane flies higher than flights of birds; where the first drop of rain hits the tallest landmarks; where the moon’s flare is brighter than fireworks; where keys in the pocket jingle to mimic a melody; where the leftover snow glistens between all the green;

any plain that seems too vast but never too lonely; any time magic interferes with the daily routine; any moment that introduces the mundane to divinity; that’s where to look that’s where I’ll be.”


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