next time you look at those twinkles in the night sky and sigh there'll be a glimmer in your eye ...
if you don't know where you've been, you'll not see where you are and can't get to where you ought to be - the transmigration of writers is with ink - then there are curious circles that fill our days and when we write them out and really look and see, a turn of phrase that changes us conceptually, as the circle becomes spiral, a vortex to the sky, where the Stars of hope wink 'n blink, and beckon us to fly
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