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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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Every time I see this lady I also hear the joyous refrain from Emma Lazarus, "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free; send these the homeless tempest-tossed to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
How absolutely fitting and uplifting that she be portrayed here and held in our hearts on this day of new awakening.
Some things just feel right. This is one.
Oh, yes!!!
♥
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