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Sunrise. Sunfire. Sky alight.
Crescent moon high silver bright.
Slowly, the stars soon pass away
The fire burns out, and blueness remains
But for
a brief instant
the world is born anew
As dawnflames slowly cool to daylight
And as tomorrow comes o'er the thresh
I stare into the heavens above
Wondering what's coming next
Little suspecting, little thinking
That maybe
just maybe
it's here already.
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."