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Presence song-poem by Ken Holmes, Summer 2011 Some things are universal, even though we each interpret them in our own ways. One of them is, for many people, I think, Lyrics How many hours, how many days
Closer than a shadow, closer than the breath, The planets conspire; their seasons come and go, Closer than a shadow, closer than the breath, You’re such a mystery, guess that’s the way it has to be
Image: "Memories of Balkh & Uddiyana", Ken Holmes
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