One reaches the beyond. With words. With thoughts.
Especially written words. Every day. I write messages. From my desert island.
I encase my notes. In bottles. And watch. As they drift away. Into the cosmos.
Maybe never to be seen. But if there’s a forever. And I’m sure there is. I will
have some day reached. Beyond. With written words. –Jim Broede
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