The sun must imagine himself invisible,
because no matter how hard he shines,
no one ever looks right at him.
Though you never seem to see me,
I must be content if, in my light,
you can see one another.
by Dean Blehert
poem a day
This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert
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