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Each Calling

Sleeping in the open air,
  reconstitutes my soul

Walking through an empty space,
  my spirit free to roll

Looking once but hearing twice,
  each calling from above

Seeing clearly deep within,
 -new messages of love

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)


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