Thank God for Fresh Angles - March 15, 2022

the way the sun strikes the world

no one sees the same thing

the same way everyday

every glance the next “click”

in a life of pictures

this album of moments

collected and kept

never farther than

the table next to your bed

always within reach

so when our eyes

start to fail

we can still open it

touch it and remember

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