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Musings From The Marula Tree

When thoughts are inked, the mind is like a printing press.

Word for word and line by line, a picture for good measure.

Each paragraph a pause in time, captured by a pensive pen.

I write because it’s what we must, to purge the past and clear the way…

For only from the dark of night… can we leap forward to the light of day.

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Herby Olschewski