Across lawns, bushes,
up a tree, around, and down -
Squirrels playing tag!
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Against a pink sky trees turn to black silhouettes as evening descends. And holy smokes - the web page says this is post number ...
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From the dark outside huddled cold in the chapel - the bowls sing us warm. (following Craig Kitchen's "Singing Bowls medit...
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O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the world. Your glory shines and is proclaimed to the highest heavens in the faces and ...
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Snowplow in tall grass watching bare road, sighs longing - sits ready to pounce! Long time till snowfall, big fella.
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