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vision of peace

our fingers tangled in strands of grassas our vision turned black and whitein the dark nightas the ball of golden light sank―sank below the glassy horizon―as overlapping colors of pink, orange, and yellowdappled the topaz-colored skyin gentle waves lappingon the shores of the heavens. slowly, as our hands hugged each other close,the silvery pinpricks ofContinue reading “vision of peace”