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| "Winter Thaw, Barn Island" oil, by Roxanne Steed |
In bright December sunlight, all he
sees
are gifts the world gives him.
Every gleam
on every leaf is sparkling with
ease
for him and all of us. It’s like a
dream
of absolute perfection. Even little
sticks
are shining flawlessly this
morning. Glee
arises from the shining grass. The
mix
of light and cold begins to set him
free
to be a miracle himself. He walks
in joy, and listens as the sunlight
talks.
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