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Pot of Gold
The ends of rainbows do exist. I know for I have seen one.
Faintly through the clouds. Across the water, alighting on a small mass of land.
Isleboro, in The Penobscot Bay. One of many gems off the coast of Maine.
I stopped for a moment, snapped a picture.
I did not have time to chase after it that day, but I know where to go to find it again.
2019
Sunday 30th June 2019 1:23 pm
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