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A Skip of Time - Feb. 21, 2026

Gary Hunter
Feb 21
1 min read

a tree splits afternoon sunbeams

into warm fingers on my arm

 

the sky seems ceiling close

I could touch those clouds

 

wind is in the middle

of an afternoon nap

 

nothing needs to move

to feel that the world is alive

 

and in a moment before

a desire pulls me to my feet

or my mind jumpstarts

and transports me elsewhere

I see it, in a skip of time

 

this place is paradise

 
 
 

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