A place gone now, yet present still,
Shadows held, descent of light,
The voices and the dreams come
One with the center,
All contained,
A sum of many
Known, sung in starlight,
Altered into life.
--MARI
An old wise man...
Our battered suitcases were piled on the
sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is
life." -Jack Kerouac
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