Stable You gave shelter When there was no one there Who would make room for a woman With child Today There is still no room at the inn For those untidy lives That do not hit The mark Make room…
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Like a Cloud of the Cumulus Sort
Life: Unpredictable. Changeable. Impermanent. When I gaze at my reflection in a mirror, the image I see is very different from the one I saw ten or thirty or forty years ago. From month to month, year to year, and…
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Imprints We Make 