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Journey For All Time
Sitting on a log, half buried in the sand on the edge of the lake he takes in the multitude of stars that confuse the heavens with, undying light. Ages, nay eons for their passage in all their glory to reach him. What have they seen, is it possible to know the seen and forget the perilous journey? What dangers real
and imagined have passed before their twinkling? So small so infinitely small he is against such a panorama blazing before him on this moonless night. Where am I, where do I belong in all of this, do I matter? Taking bold strides he wades into the cold chilling waters of the darkening lake, seeking his answer.