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Poem – Beyond the Clouds There is Hope
After the smoke clears and unnatural sounds dissipate the valley, mountains, and river return. The mountain shadow continues the journey started millions of years before and the river moves animals and earth further downstream to fertile lands and eventually to the delta spreading its fingers for miles with long threads reaching into the sea. For…
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Glass
She stares across the dining room table past the empty chair through the streaked glass at the aging willow tree while caressing her left wrist and the pink valley.