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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Mist of Morning Hope by t. j. nixon : Mist on the hill . Soft rain in the air , sky of gray . Ripples on the lake . A distant loon cries . This world is waking . A phone rings. A cup of coffee . The e-mail comes in bringing hope on this misty morning awakening . Off in the distance a  loon cries .

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