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A sandstorm’s moved in and it’s in my ears and eyebrows. I climbed an ant hill of ages today and poured it out of my shoes. Little rainbows if you look just right and up close. I found a way to think like a bear and like a mountain. A shadowy cloud of snow beckons…
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Good morning poetry and prose for returning home.
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were your parents loving, faithful, and held you tight when you were scared or were you alone for a while, to think over what you’d learned did the music start in the dark or in the light of day does it come from your heart, or the piano that sits in the shade is there…
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Click below to see the powerpoint… Capstone 5-27-14

