poem by James G. Piatt
It all Happened On An Intangible Morning in the Middle Of Whispers On an intangible morning in the middle of whispers,
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It all Happened On An Intangible Morning in the Middle Of Whispers On an intangible morning in the middle of whispers,
Being Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is. | Jean-Paul Sartre Inhaling the last breath of the day’s dwindling hours, an aging man’s