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I travel only under

the      indigo velvet sky,

waning morning

     waxing evening-

I long for the     gentle touch of

natural light on my    face, 

    tilting it up at the skylights.

The dullness of the fluorescents 

is doing      nothing good for my soul. 

12/2013

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