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Beyond earth and sky all above and below, we invent new worlds of unseen limits and timeless tales. Whirling in uncharted orbits that zigzag and often collide shattering rainbows and dreams-- autumn leaves and blue birds that fly. We heedlessly ignore warnings-- the cluttering of rivers and dales rotting before our eyes....I see the red eyes of each cloud that drifts by...  There's A Way Out. © 1997 - Gloria Jean |
