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navigating by the stars & ignoring the signposts,
following neither scent nor sound but a sculpted moment in space,
clambering along a rocky outcrop, at the hand of which i might have fallen again like a weightless stone,
somehow i stumbled upon a clearing in which i could breathe, if only fleetingly.
but now the hairline of home has become visible over the horizon,
i don't know which way to look.
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