How perfect to be aboard a ship withmaybe a hundred years still in my pocket.But it's late, for all of us,and in truth the only ship there isis the ship we are all onburning the world as we go.
Related Authors: Mary Oliver | A Thousand Mornings
Related Topics: time, travel
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