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Do you think that eternity
ripples as it washes upon
the edge of light
Or do you think it flows
back upon itself
as it remembers
The shards of the past
washed up on
Times beach?
Broken pieces of yesterday
hope for tomorrow
lingering on the tide
And flowing away again
under a blazing sun
Who could imagine winter?
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