Emily B
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lunar pullA Poem by Emily Byou have a knack for knowing when my gravity has attracted attention from the ebb and tide of an admiring flow in a day or two the waves will .. |
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Second Letter from the Kisatchie ForestA Story by Emily BDays spent living in Louisiana '1864' |
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on Ed Hart's SpringA Poem by Emily Bsome days the wind is too rough, and spring rains overwhelm, suns still shine, and the glories of a new morning raise spirits anew .. |
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Letter from the Kisatchie ForestA Story by Emily BI spent several days in Louisiana last spring living in "1864". |
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there is somethingA Poem by Emily Bthere is something about the sudden warmth of spring that makes me ache to be barefoot in new grass the urge of water splashing over quiet rock.. |
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for MatthewA Poem by Emily BWhen I read your final good-bye today I shed hot tears. These words were different than those others you left before. As many times as you've insp.. |
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now we walkA Poem by Emily Bit seems those walls keep tumbling down |
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strengthA Poem by Emily BHe is patient as an oak. Buries his foreign gods among enduring roots. Creates a covenant from somewhere between Adam’s rib and a serp.. |
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DallianceA Poem by Emily BBe mindful where you walk. Some of these hills are full of things best left unsaid. Here things grow wild that cut and stab-- roses that never bl.. |