Cin-Cin!
Cin-Cin! an orange red sun, seemingly as large as earth, herself, stares intently. only thin, streaky clouds between us and that nearest star. we shall toast this day as its importance need not be lost. stemware waits to be filled with those rays, as we lingerto swallow them down. 10-08-10 ©tlp 2010
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