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Mar 2014
a city is now renewed
(like a small child taking its first steps towards a redeemed life,
humble and beautiful in its vulnerability)
this city, this late-blooming flower, known to all as one worthy of the highest
praise to the creator of firey orange skies
praise to the ferocity of a beating heart
praise to the quiet sounds of our people rising up,
because the ruins are coming to life
now watch, as He rebuilds.

*but.. for something to be revived mustn't it first be dead?
non-fiction. a response to an image.
Eliza Jane
Written by
Eliza Jane  australia
   --- and Anderson Ritchie
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