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Feb 2019
A storm comes on strong
A band of tropical rain.
Like men in a mosque
We all bow to it
Palm leaves, birdsong and I.

We let it loosen us
Make us bright and sacred.
Humble and full
I am gently soaked in beauty
More tender to the World at storms passing.
Sally Dawn Ibbotson
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Sally Dawn Ibbotson  65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.
(65/F/Cotswolds. U.K.)   
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