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From the harsh abandonment of this western desert, I, a beggared traveler weary of the dictates of the intellect, the rules of reason, observe in solitude the sun climbing, the moon receding and between the two, stretching, embracing each, a single alabaster thread descending from Heaven to ground and there nourishing upon the sand a single rose of many colors, a tiny rainbow among stands of wasted cacti Seeing this through a prism of tears, I reach with fingers of sun cracked skin as Heaven smiles and grasp again my faith returned, my soul breathing once more
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