Pennsylvania Morning

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White clouds scud Blue Mountain.
Just a day like any other.

Somewhere, trumpets sound
and madmen scramble.

Looking off at the mountain,
I can only be here,
caught up in nothing special,
safe from struggle and fear,
completely immersed in
the immensity of near.

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