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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The Giver

With rough hands, she separates the wheat from the chaff while others stay inside, playing cards and sleeping off yesterday's folly. She walks a rocky path to bring harvest to them all. And this she will know till her hair turns to tin. No rest for the soul of one whose beauty hides within.
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