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Smell the sky

And kiss it with your dark lashes

Listen with your hands

As joy bursts through the clouds

Trouble waters below

With your tiny feet

As you dangle them from moonbeams

I will hear you sigh

With each shooting star

And know you are with me

And know you are home...

Sept. 2010
Alabaster Box

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