no chatter
from your hands to mine
hundreds of miles
how many finger prints?
what was the route?
from your view to mine
you stood there
your image of beauty
a local mill
from your heart to mine
your script, the blue ink
T.S. Eliot
we are friends
"To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing:
that is enough for one man's life."
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