Is this the blog on a rendezvous? A journey at night to meet the falling star? A journey at dawn to meet the sleepy morn'? I don't know if this is a rendezvous of the now, or a hope and dream on a forgotten page. These feelings of going somewhere, being someplace else, the inevitability of poetic musings like a rendezvous. Once in the moment my spirits rise as the all knowing. Other times I forget as a sleepy morn' forgets a falling star.
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