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Outside Your Darkened Door

Saturday, April 30, 2011

oblivion; the twilight grass illuminates the small-town eve with hope
and she in apron gleaning crumbs of praise will wait
to see what God will offer in exchange for joy
the mark, the plain, the measure of the frame, and the ancestral freight
Posted by Jennifer S. at 9:26 PM No comments:
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