An excerpt from this morning's journal entry.
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it was a simple task at the time
dividing clouds with beams of light
that shot from our finger tips
or to be the first to set foot
on that far globe near the warm wet cave
where there was no need of slats and boards
in order to glide through air
or float atop waves and ride tides
so easy a thing it was
to connect the stars like dots
that only spirits ever see
yet more difficult to remember
since it was all before we were born
Rachelle LeCount
Moments of Choice
Barring the Way
Outside the Window
