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Snack Time

 

A wall, a solid wall. A wall of stone or glass or steal? 

A wall reaching to the sky lost in the atmosphere

A circle dancing in the sky a halo if you will

A golden shiny spinning sound

A square fall upon the earth, the earth goes round and round.

 

He needles through a meditation wondering if its a mediation.

A lasting blow for a glassing foe with feats so undemure

Take a seat she requests. Do quietly concur.

Tell us all about it, but best not to linger fast.

He silently nibbles upon a coconut cookie and contemplates his past.

◄ Clara's Dream

Sheila's Moment of Clarity ►

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