Rustling Deep Within
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Rebecca Navarre
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Walking along the golden meadows
side. Watching the changing of the
colors in the sky. A deep moon inside.
A night hawk leaves its shadowed site.
Streaks into the light. A rustling of
the wind. Time stops to paint life,
and then begins again.
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