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Picking Through the Ruins of the Moon I cannot wait for time to answer. I'll just leave a message and hope the moon will be bright; so bright that no one will misunderstand. All of yesterday, I sat on stones, mourning fallen leaves and broken dreams. Still, no one came. No one searched for semaphors or other such signs. When continents turn corners, when cosmic debts come due, when the sun steps aside, maybe, just maybe, we'll find the mystery. But, you must remember one sad fact: It was a great loss when the sea went dry but no greater than when the sky fell. |
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