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Thursday Doors (on Saturday)


time passes the grail
rusted nails held against me
squeaky hinges fail

This bird and I. The eyes capture all. His advice? Don’t shut the door on seeing. Listen, and the mystery of life will rise up to greet you. There is no greater act than to love.

Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors

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