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Feb 2015
passed the unfathomable mountains
ran through the fog
passed the tales of the tall trees in the mysterious woods
drank from the overflowing river
heard all of the ancient stories
yet, I remain to wander and long in this unending travel towards the Light that shines brighter than the moon out in the desert, my Home
I have tasted and I have seen
nothing in all my wandering can satisfy but the cup that Your gracious hands offer
I am but a howl amongst this dry land
Nancy Delgado
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Nancy Delgado  San Antonio, TX
(San Antonio, TX)   
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