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I pass stations in time,
like stations of the cross
each one demands
lighted candle,
genuflection,
whispered prayer.
Time is always now:
flickers of thought ripple
disturb an iced lake.
It’s too late to cry
I’ve created my own
pocket universe
that expands nightly.
Victoria Mosley 
Simply….Awsome!
Thanks Scotty 🙂