Lying here together
(under the milky way)
in your little blue tent /
Every goosebump
upon your perfect body:
It was heaven-sent!
(c) Brent Harpur, 2015.
"Forever is composed of nows." (Emily Dickinson)
"We are stardust, we are golden. And we have to find our way back to the garden." ('Woodstock', Joni Mitchell)
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