Why turn away from...												All this unknown, all this not knowing...


 
	 We breathe, we are 

			randomness, intriguing randomness 


 							clouds drifting in unplanned form      
by coincidence
			

                                     Like words across the sky 


						<	A sense of signifigance

chance moment transformed in our minds 



						sunset vision of beauty						^^^^^
					
			art in nature, recognised 
not by the hand, made			

					but by the eye recorded.


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