we had crashed
on an alien world,
our ship was
beyond all repair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
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long after we’d
made this our home,
a scouting ship
spotted our lair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
–photo/art by me
michaeljordahl 
Love this.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful lines 👌
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Thank you, Priti!
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Beautiful photograph
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Thank you, Adam!
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Wonderfully imaginative poem and photo! Long ago my sister had a dream-memory of what you wrote. It was a ship from the Pleiades. I feel that same dreamlike connection to the Pleiades, Sirius, Mars and other distant worlds. I do believe the Easter Island statues stare up at the stars for the same reason. Some call it Imagination. I call it Remembrance.
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I sometimes wonder if the great pyramids lining up with the belt of Orion was a calling card. Thank you!
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Beautiful
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Thank you!!
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