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The wind does its work
Over the field wet with melted snow.
Change follows change follows change,
Living as we do in acceleration
The years grow shorter, yet
We can make the days grow longer. Why not let things carry our hearts away?
Are we not at the beginning of a golden age?
The events of the broad world may be beyond us
But we can turn this morning into forever.
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Monday, December 01, 2014
The Wind Does Its Work
