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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Mountain View
[time] => 2003-08-17 17:05:00
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[bodytext] => I am an unborn circle, steeped in the flow of time. to be outside of it all; why do we wander, rigged with such an abstract mind? perhaps it is to imagine the traveling possibilities of hard mountain veins and the anatomy of unscarring one's own calloused fingertips with mountainous, ethereal, Love; how an overzealous heart can bury and resurrect us with the stomach- dropping experience of simply existing don't give up; let us find joy in this meager refusal, because today: her arms await you must wait as the mountains have waited for us: there, a cloudless day, and through your eyes you hear how far out and inside those jagged, distant peaks must reach somehow they've gripped the game of existence, and plunged victory into our senses - and all because of a single horizon's clarity [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 27 [informant] => veganmaster [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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