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  1. Our imagination
    Broad as the sky
    Deep as the sea
    Sees and sieves
    From life
    Splayed and splashed
    There, here,
    outside yet inside us
    Within and without
    Our revolving frames
    And fields, ever changing
    Then writes on its canvas
    Our minds
    Sometimes in slow cursive
    Other times in ink stained
    Stutter and stammer
    Some days with ink
    That fades and flies
    Away when we struggle
    To recall
    Some days in etches of
    Bold permanence
    Which we then recall
    And recopy on rising
    And reading the sketches
    On the soft canvas of
    Our grateful minds.

    *Did not read over. Written on Nokia handset

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