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The sun intrudes at Willow Wood;
shadows rush into waiting trees,
an hour of glory comes,
resurrected dawn
and all the world unfolds again
in beauty.
--Jk
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The valley spirit never dies; It is the woman, primal mother.
Her gateway is the root of heaven and earth
It is like a veil barely seen.
Use it; it will never fail.
--the Tao
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Stranger, if you passing meet me and
desire to speak to me
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?
--Whitman
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I'll tell you how the sun rose,--
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
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