People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Sound the horns of color.
Heralds of a new day.
Slowly seen and rapidly
forgotten. When the sun
awakes, peaks above the
horizon. Glory we observe,
going forth into warmth
or stepping into the storm.
We are nourished on a world
not designed for us, by us,
by our needs. Neither at the
top nor the bottom. Snug
in our own ignorance. As star
nosed moles and soaring eagles,
all equal within the cosmos.
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