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The day is longer than it seems.
Perhaps it’s just me waiting for it to be over.
The clock spins like a whirlpool,
washing away the day’s responsibilities.
Down the hole goes time,
flushed to the center of now.
Lost behind the soul in the center of the mind.
Blind to the present of the moment.
No notice of the sun’s traverse across the sky.
Simply here,
immersed
beneath the things that fly.
A Blooming Scribe 
😍
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Enjoyed it!
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Enjoyed this! And your photos are fine. I hope it’s not rude to ask where you get such fine photos. Ignore if that’s rude to ask a stranger!
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I took half of them and then I use pexel. The entheogens is Alex Grey. I try to use stock photo websites to avoid copyright infringement.
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Gotcha. I just discovered pexels.com— to avoid copyright issues. Your photos are really sharp!
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Thanks! The Mt. Bross is from a Nikon D50 and the rest are from an iPhone -personal prayer,ūlialia, so tired, Spring, fish poop poem, Ha, immersed, dear Sean. Gaia is at a European park and I just loved that pic and had to use it!
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Love this one
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Thank you 🙏
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Lovely reflective poem, deeply philosophical about our existence and the passing of time. I like these lines very much:
“The clock spins like a whirlpool,
washing away the day’s responsibilities.
Down the hole goes time,
flushed to the center of now.”
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🙏
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I like the photo too. It combines perfectly with the poem.
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I took it in a culvert at Keystone Ski Resort 🙂
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