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Jan 2015
down the hill
over the train tracks
through the  abandoned
farmer's market
parking lot
past  last fall's  crispy
refugees
follow the stark tree lines
right up to
those normally plain
windows
glimmering   golden
   like stained glass
with sunrise
painting every pane
on  God's house
  on the hill
Letting the dog out the front door  early one morning last week  , I was  entranced by the sun rising.It's been so  drab and gray  this year  .   The  light play on the windows  of that church on the hill  parallel from us  was  so  wonderful .No photo could have done it justice.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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