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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

In the Quiet Time



In the quiet time I walk,
Stillness envelopes me like a blanket.
Moon glow softly caresses my skin,
Star shine encircles my head like a crown.
Sacred circle of Oaks beckon me forth,
I dance among them like a child come home.

posted by broomhilda at|1:06 PM|

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