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Walking a summer road, following humanities trail. Revealing light of constellations amid scattered stars of broken glass. Glinting remains of pepsi, 7-up and beer bottles. Wondering if a lesson is to be found... Nothing else comes As man made stars destine me to silently and hypnotically move along. Archaeologists document: The history of any culture is told in garbage. By this account modern civilization has already thrown away its tale. Leaving me to understand: The time of lessons just passed on by.
If we are to be measured by what we throw away.
Then I must ask....
Why not leave behind beauty?
Casey Kochmer Nov 2006