Fly Away...
This is August, the Month of Exodus, the Leaving. Countless friends will be flying off for higher lands of learning (or lands of higher learning?) and I will miss them. And all I can say is take care! And have fun!
And then I get a little envious, trapped on the wrong side of the looking glass--the side that's behind, instead of in front of, the mirror.
From the lands of the Living, teach me, my friends, that I of the Dead may learn. And perhaps rise too, one day.
This is August, the Month of Exodus, the Leaving. Countless friends will be flying off for higher lands of learning (or lands of higher learning?) and I will miss them. And all I can say is take care! And have fun!
And then I get a little envious, trapped on the wrong side of the looking glass--the side that's behind, instead of in front of, the mirror.
From the lands of the Living, teach me, my friends, that I of the Dead may learn. And perhaps rise too, one day.

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