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Saturday, October 4, 2008
No Rain
No, it's not raining,
the trees are simply
shaking off the wet
of a foggy Monday
morning,
and I can see ten
thousand silken
homes in the
tall grass out
back,
shimmering as
temporary jewels
and shrines to
what we think is
possible and
important.
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