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Jun 2013
so it is in sun shine,

early evening, window open,

dust rises.



slanted light, dog lays,

weary.



a day of small things,

slowly steadily worked.



a day of fledglings,

a tiny song.



as we rest the dust motes,

shine as gold.



remember this……..



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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