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Connections: September 21

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I stood with the happy dirt of the garden in my knuckles

noted the sky


at my singular place:

that lavish snowy dowager cloud

its raiment billowing winglike across the blue

was only that.

This was no explosion, no fire, no loss of home or life.

It was just a cloud.


I stood and thought about that.

Why me?

Why am I so blessed? And what do I do about it?

On this International Day of Peace, I wish you, dear reader,

and me

a moment of peace

and insight into what we do with it.


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