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How beautiful you are 
Sitting there after millennia 
Of sculpting from wind, rain and ice. 
How my heart soars at the site 
Only to crash down with the onset of reality. 
 
I sit here quietly 
Taking a break from the drudgery of life 
Staring through the window of the web 
How I wish I could stand there 
And gaze upon your cloud sea for myself 
But it is not to be 
 
For all of us 
Who, for our own reasons, 
Will never walk the path of exploration 
I am thankful to all who do, 
Who have opened up 
The window of the web.

Window of the Web