I am sitting in a desert auditorium, watching as young adults walk through the last ceremony of their current scholarly pursuit. Is this a journey’s end for them or simply another hill to observe the future? What of those who look back from rises ahead waiting on family, friends, and loves to catch up? Is the view the same? I sat where they sit now, wondering about the future.
Sunflower blooms grand
Sitting upon the hot earth.
Once a wildflower.
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