Spring Cleaning
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Dawn’s Brew Above the whipped-cream spiral lacing my morning coffee, I see dawn stroll between branches of early mist like souls unseen. Shades of purple color the morning sky. I yawn and stretch to escape sleep and sigh. Ever-so soft and slow slips today’s streaming, on its steadfast journey— sans my dreaming. I smell my
Earth in My Journey I wanted to put some earth in my journey – get down to the soil, dig up the loam, and till it some – plow and plant a little in the earth of my life to see what grows- I wanted to sow a new seed in the turf – to
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