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Conversations with a stranger

He is a "Facebook" friend
Someone I have never met
But someone whom I know intimately -
by his updates, his notes,
his mystical poetry.

We chatted today
across a thousand miles
of optical fibre cable
(the inventors be blessed)
but there were no miles
separating our minds.

We celebrate a common festival
of lights,
moi, where I was born
he, in a distant hemisphere
and we talked of origins,
of wandering,
and of growing of roots.

We talked about poetry
And photography -
I told him that I must employ
always thousands of words
to paint my images
because I am no good
with a camera.

And then we parted
he to finish his day
and I to begin
we began "Facebook friends"
strangers, but now
we are brothers-in-arms.

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