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April 2013, vol 9, no 1

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Sharon Wood Wortman

Winter's Hills

Wednesday—My Dear E, I was out walking when your email arrived. Yes, oh, dear, yes, we could all see your granddaughter is the star centering your family's sky. Thank heavens the God of Our Not Understanding equips us with tear ducts, else we would burst. I, too, am glad I remembered to take a photo on Sunday. I just forwarded two more—I thought they were too blurry to send before, but now I see they are perfect.

Steaming yellow moons
Prayer circles in new snow
Even the dog mourns