Along the undulating ridge
Towards
The uncounted days beyond the horizon
A day of certainty
Balances with another day of improbability
The old horizon we tread
A new line we see
Counting days
Eventually
All new things become
Old
Written on 13 October 2005.
Thursday, 13 October 2005
We are where we come from
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