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14 November 2009. Late fall, red leaves--colors of the earth, worn round the arm... Adam, adamah...
A truth in sadness--the bending bow. Judgments and conclusions of human kind--with all reasons invented after the fact. The world as plan. But no...becoming instead one grand river of delight--moments of challenge, love, tenderness--the feel of a cheek, a mother's breath. Two young birds, side by side, beginning anew...
Ongoing...
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