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The journey's end
To appear again a dandelion surrounded by the wildflowers of spring.
Awed by the wind, carried to another hillside to be born again.
A tree of a thousand years.
Mystified by the clouds that cast shadows on the mesa, each day differs in subtlety and hue.
Random thunder reverberates the near earth slightly,
rain drops each a doorway to the next to be lifted and changed into yet another form.
The shadow that passes brings the wind and the dandelion appears again..
Manifest; the Abigail
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