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The Elbows of Sentries

Nothing is soothing about barbed wire. Brand new it may glisten like the cold heart of steel does but it will never be your fuzzy peach, your sycamore tree. Rusted, it stains your fingers – orange like a sun setting … Continue reading

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Eyes Closed and Beautiful

Harp strings and fog horns, bass grooves, flute flight sun dropping light, tree leaves casting shadow, life so full you want to cry. Nothing more than love, than whispers, than trees turning colors as a last bow to life-giving Light … Continue reading

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