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  • Late, late on New Years Eve I called it- the old blue banana chair is mine

    tomorrow.

    So there I found myself, lying on my back supported by cheap plastic;

    slightly hungover and very dusty; eyes to the sky, sun warming my middle

    aged bones.

    Blue. Perfect blue above. Three broad lines of streaky clouds steady across

    the expanse of blue and tiny cotton puffs of creamy fairy floss merging in

    and out of each other in the lower strasopheres.

    Blue. Blue horizon of water and eucalypt covered mountain range behind.

    Blue banana chair below holding me like a mothers cupped hands as I drifted

    through it all.

    This is what it means to just be- here in this moment- still, in awe,

    surrounded by blue.

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