Wednesday May 16, 2012

The air is so clear, I can see individual specks of pollen. In the field, the long grass sways under the restless wings of a female harrier.

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    1. Fragrant as your mouth, the air of the morning breeze blows life

      And so in the sky, when dawn cracks in the clouds

      I hear your whisper. A sea of air, in God’s Holy Spirit

      We continue to live and draw hearts.

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