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Apr 2016
Before
proclaiming
springtime a
religion.
Forgetting the look
of color in wane...
consider the brilliance
of a sand mandala
swept aside by compassionate
hands.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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