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Sep 2020
Walking along a hidden path,
I find a footprint in the sand,
A low white cloud rests quiet on a lake,
Sweetgrass slows my idle pace,
A tree grown greener within the rain,
A stream flows quiet from a sacred source,
Mingling unnoticed with truth among flowers,
It seems I have forgotten what words to say.
Written by
Ron
45
   Jada
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