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The Edge of the Unknown


                              We sit, we stand,we dream

                       to have an openness to what things could be 

                    living in the abstraction of which we seek

                 the world of impossible reality we the dreamers

                no longer stand within to have the richness of children

              but the growth of adults and the welcome's of  our own uncertainty

 

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