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Jul 2019
Through the rain, the wind and blistering sand, workers
toil without a plan. 

Failing to see, much less care, that another's garden is in

Even so, there is a call to make a choice, to tear down walls. 

While preparing the ground, they pull the weeds, casting
bread upon life's water to meet another's need. 

And then with a little rain, and a little sun, one can take joy
in the harvest when it is done.
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