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Black as Night, Swift as the Wind;
Quiet, Powerful, and Full of Purpose. You can approach, without understanding; They may be shared, but perhaps not; What you learn, would surprise you; Hidden meaning, the Abyss of the Unknown; The Dark Horse runs, because it must; |
Now, for the first time, both books and everything I’ve written live together here
Happy 250th, America! The harvest ahead is ours to grow.
Not every season reveals itself in the soil. Some only appear in the night sky.
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No words. Captivated by that poem and such a beautiful, sweet picture.
You’re in our hearts everyday.