The Magic
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Rebecca Navarre
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The unfolding of a thistle. The
unraveling of a vine. The dew drops
that fall, glisten and shine. The
depth in the song, of the moving of
the pines. A little birdie sings,
with all it's heart in mind. Stop
and listen to nature, speak of time.
Let God open our hearts, and the
magic find.
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