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Innocent Horizons

The realm o innocence is our native land, our home, our origin.

A state not far from grace where we first behold things, and see, and wonder in the soft brightness of new light, free from the inevitable prices and prejudices and plans, all the walls and bridges of experience. 

Though each of us travels onward from there, into the night,

our roots will reach back to those dim horizons, the encompassing totality, sometimes barely visible to the eye,

yet ever defining the lifetime's journeys and trials.

In their impassable distance and sweetness

live the dreams we desire and require.

Upon that horizon rise the stars of our hope

Anthony Cañez

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