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Monday, 26 April 2010

Walking through stars




I wanted to write the world,

but as ever,

life took over.

Someone told me today,

via the wonderful medium

that are mobile phones,

* God is in your fingers.*

I rather liked that.

In the April stillness,

I pondered the thought.

For a moment,
it felt
as though
I
was
walking
through
stars.
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