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Friday, December 12, 2003

An architect's sprawling work,
Spread across the sky upon foundations.
Foundations of dreams and fleeting fancy,
Of things that wasn't,
Of things that never may be.
It is good to dream...


posted by Eric at 12/12/2003 01:39:00 AM

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