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Patterns

Posted on September 24, 2011 by William Wayne Smith

The rain is falling. It dampens silent soil below. The sun has been glowing. It shines at night when I could not see it. Winds blew from an unknown place. They spread the aroma of dust. Brown and green: colors … Continue reading →

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Barriers

Posted on August 2, 2011 by William Wayne Smith

I remember the days of old. The wisdom of those ages stands true. If I had accepted it, I would have known peace. I faced barriers when I ignored it. When I seek, I find a world full of hope. … Continue reading →

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