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Dec 2014
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My soul is still
As slow as light grows
Over forested hills

My eyes are wide
As oceans that cannot
Contain their tide

My heart is silent
Though the love it holds
Is nearly violent

The revelation
That It Is Finished
Has left the wonder
*Undiminished
Tongues
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Tongues  Mammoth Lakes
(Mammoth Lakes)   
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