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He has poured Himself over me Like a drink offering dripping hope, Filling my wounds with beautiful healing light. He weaves and ties the stra..

When the winter gets in Down deep where it hurts Just there at the dividing line Between sinew and hope Look out past the blowing aspens Squin..

to look back while still feeling the pain like acid on an open wound and stand facing the blast knowledge emerging that what was need not..

I had only Just begun to unfold The summer’s softness Cotton colored sunshine Ready to slip into My jelly shoes Still gritty with sa..

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