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The Vagaries

The vagaries are flying today. Those gossima-winged insubstantial escapees related by birth to thoughts as yet unformed. I sense them circling, see their flights they glitter and dim as fireflies do. To capture a few I must let go of them, let them crash land in the mire of mind. coated in just a little weight that they might be seen and named, coerced to speak as if they belonged to this earth.

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