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Images like motes of sunlight, like particles of a life,
Float on violet waves of dusk.
Careless strands of wheaten locks
Brush the cheeks of a dri..
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Wander through the day..
What’s next? Expect
Nothing terrible,
Hope that. Pray that.
Do the things
That must be done, one,
More important,..
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Mottled brown and newly green branches curve like scythes,
Drawing stripes on the newborn sun peeking through bedroom curtains
To reveal an azure da..
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Even here,
Pulling comforters close,
We are like sheltering bears,
Warming against each other,
In the comfort of each other,
Against th..
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Along my way, the butterflies whispered to meAbout the nature of their lives. They said,Everything changes in its own time,As predestined, pre-ordaine..
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To those who gather family near,
Or are alone from year to year,
To those who give and who receive,
To those who may or not believe,
I send these ..
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She birthed Him, then bowed,
Watching Him go to his death.
With love, they saved us.
This woman, who bled,
At the first, and at the last,
She, ..
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A story worth telling..
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Tis The Season
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Loping, lunging lupine paws,
Shake the ground outside my door.
I hear the growl of foul wind, rumbling,
Howling in apocalyptic tones.
From ancient..
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