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Jul 2020
The sky never was
the limit

that's what they wanted us
to think

so we'd stop searching
all heavenly things

areΒ truth
waves thunder to the shore

a lone seagull caws
overhead

fighting
a stiff wind

by the grace of God
we'll make it

Whit Howland Β© 2020
An impressionistic word painting. An original.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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