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Start by Kim ThevenotHe is not a wanderer but his territory is vast
His distance from a single point, a direction stretching
Across a space with intersections of beauty and despair
Gold illusions of disasters in waiting.
There are no straight lines, just wiggles through
An infinite space of wind and blown kisses.
10/18/2011 Posted on 10/19/2011 Copyright © 2025 Kim Thevenot
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