Contemplating Sarah (to the other side of the world) written for a friend I look around and find that I am lost, yet I have been here before. Somehow this place looks different and my comfort is gone. - no more - I ponder what to do - sit in my head - but nothing really seems to make sense. Coming is going and I seem to be right back where I started. - circle the straight line - Time is not infinite and the sky is crying to be found. I'm here, but everywhere at the same moment - suddenly I am not feeling so sad. Peace, for I can be and do whatever it is I set my mind to!

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