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Mar 2019
How great and beautiful he is…

When I stare deep into his bright blue
eyes, the world -and I in it- become
like mites: puny, unimportant, tiny matters.
His mighty bearing and profoundness
are the only things that count,
until I wake and find
myself lost in wonder.
Raven Woodfort
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Raven Woodfort
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