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Eight Am

Morning light, pulsing across a screen like the live thing it is, tells us come in from darkness, O mortal, and into the im- mortal, as leaves transposed in it thrust forth veins, call to their trees to grow tall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/27/2010 10:31:00 AM
Morning light, a "living thing." Yes, and the trees and the fall wind - EVERYTHING! But best experience it outdoors. Love, Dave
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Date: 10/24/2010 7:49:00 AM
so sweet!
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Date: 10/4/2010 5:09:00 AM
Nice creative and interesting write on eight a.m., Nola
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Date: 10/4/2010 4:04:00 AM
Great write..Very quietly speaks of your faith..Enjoyed reading..Sara
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