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essay: #071: Radiance


Watching summer storm, blow in.
Winds sultry and hot.
On destiny's horizon.

Think of snow,in Malibu.
And Doomsday Clock slipped forward.

Think of Babel and its multiple tongues.
The horror, the beauty.
Time has legs and marches on.
Can we ever be.
But a footprint, in the sand?

#transmission ends #