Day 1280, in the distance.

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The mountains

I see

far away

have new snow

on their peaks

in thin air


while the sun

still shines


they tell me

to gather wood

and warm the house

for the coming winter

Day 1091, different.

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It started out as one, all the same

in time some told to go, change

falling to be replaced, worn down

still together in being, different.


Day 980, where you stand.

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Sometimes the point where it turns.

Is sought for, away from, yourself.

Whilst afraid to turn, where you stand.



What is the mark of liberation? No longer being ashamed in front of oneself.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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