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Katmai, Alaska (18th July, 2018); Mother/child bears
looking for the lost cub. |
Where we begin
To return
And draw only the past,
Leave an empty horizon
A level
Above the eye;
When the beliefs
Are dropped, and pulled
Forcibly out,
Off the sea
Beyond the vanishing point
With pain and froth;
All we want
Is to leave
The things as they are,
At home, preserved
Or
May be not.
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