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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The sun globe
Each morning I pass this globe, and each morning I think of how deeply the sun is buried in our unconscious, how many times we watched the sun set to leave us alone with our fears and rise to give new hope.
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Each morning I pass this globe, and each morning I think of how deeply the sun is buried in our unconscious, how many times we watched the sun set to leave us alone with our fears and rise to give new hope.
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