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Walking down Grandeur trail on a musty late summer evening:
a growing future at my heart,
nostalgia in my mind.
Looking down I am startled into the eternity of now:
the moon reflected in Sunlight’s eye!
a growing future at my heart,
nostalgia in my mind.
Looking down I am startled into the eternity of now:
the moon reflected in Sunlight’s eye!