Truth hides in the void
We ask, test, and measure stars.
Wonder wears a lab.
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In Memoriam of True Heroes
The bugle call rings clear across the green, Where rows of white stand silent in the sun; The quiet pride of all that might have been, Be...
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The boat is tied, a sturdy rope, To shores of comfort, a gentle slope. The sun is warm, the harbor still, A peaceful ache, a whispered t...
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In Peking's walls, where ancient shadows sleep, A legend of cold beauty, held in keeping, Turandot, the princess, born of moon, Whose he...
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