slanting through green woods
sly streaks of sun appearing
in the textured dark
seeing early sun glance through woods from a window I leave the house to search. finding beam’s end is morning’s reward.
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Musings of a part time pastor of two tiny churches in Vermont
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One Southern Girl's Life in Vermont
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