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Walking Through the Rain

Posted on December 11, 2018 by William Wayne Smith

Today I am walking through the rain. I brace against the cold with every step. I will not try to predict the weather. I cannot describe where the breeze is from. I do not know where the wind is going. … Continue reading →

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Memos

Posted on June 27, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

To the inhabitants of the city:             Walk carefully through the day.             Wake each morning with a soft prayer.             Recognize the fragile nature of neighborhoods. To the inhabitants of the countryside:             Prepare for storms and bad weather.             Protect your land against … Continue reading →

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Remembrance

Posted on April 15, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

What I remember about that day is clear. I saw flames and destruction. The people fled an awful terror. I am walking home after a day of remembrance. My steps are slow. My heart is full of anger. What can … Continue reading →

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A Cold Spirit

Posted on May 13, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

The air around me is full of ice. I grow smaller as I shiver today. My honesty is my only hope. We are in the world together. Days come and go and I see you grow. In the mist of … Continue reading →

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