Thursday, May 2, 2013

Mornings of Creation. The First Local Group.















Awake this morning I see an osprey dive for a fish. Suddenly present. Every other speck of life so tightly joined on this spinning blue dot revolves around a glowing ball of energy, and the rising sun in my eyes, a spiraling speck in our local group, is but a morning star.


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