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Friday, April 13, 2007

Stonehenge sways in the wind,
Cloth billowing about under an amber sky
And pale, bare ground.
Metal clad in vacuum,
Pilgrims wander still
To the signs of a mystery
As lost to them as us.


Ben Finkel
April 13th, 2007. A Friday!
by Azeltir at 10:18 AM

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