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Shadows of Peace

The rock dove in the bus station Seemed to be waiting with us…. Holding no olive branch in Her beak, I nevertheless was Pondered the possibilities of Peace….

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Peace

Peace, the color of warm hot cocoa, Or caramel… Golden earth capable of flight.. Thank you for landing here. thank You for landing near me.   

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