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Our home is a dovecote.

There is space to let.

We are here for temporary, indeterminate stays.

Passing through

at the end of days.

Each of us isolated in a body, an assemblage of identity,

a self-contained cabinet of curiosity.

All of us together, on our home planet

always facing the inevitable end.

Each of us has a key

to perceive infinity

and to open


of play

and hope

and mystery.

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