Sitting
on a rock
above the
still morning lake
the rising sun
warm
on my left cheek
reading
hope
assuring me
all is not
necessarily lost
but if
in the end
that is the way
things
sort themselves out
it will not be
because
I was powerless
to affect the outcome.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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