Splinters of sight fill my mind with slices of
entertainment, at times when I need to retreat
from edges of aged horizons.
Guiding lights and beacons form interiorly,
leading to causeways of serene pastimes.
Solar screens slip in taking over plains of
enlightenment.
Shaking out olden cobwebs and replacing them
instead, with future dreams in environmental
homesteads lying in wait.
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