Saturday, March 02, 2002

10:30 AM
Music, living, happy, grace
Whirling, twirling, endless through space
Smiling, growing, dancing, singing, a glow on its face
It grins at you as it tumbles,
And you glimpse it only for a moment,
But it only takes a moment
For you to see it clearly,
And to like what you see,
And to chase it through the stars.
Go, chaser, go!
Run through the stars.
-- clairey
What is this thing I speak of? It seems that it is different for us all. Find it.

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