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By chris Date: 2006 Mar 12 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.12.16.26.8527]] |
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And I think of how home has a way of following us around - it's not about near or far but always as distant or as close as you are. And because the path is icy, I hold your hand. (We keep each other warm in this cold...) And because too much is gone, we protect all that hasn't been pawned or sold. And because our bond goes deeper than water through desert sands, the most impossible beauty takes form before our eyes: green leaves and branches - sturdy and real - to shade the lost and tired for a thousand years. |