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In my small village, that wouldn’t be hard to do. The vineyards are deep in winter slumber, but clouds of forsythia and almond blossom hint at spring. I listen to the rumble of a tractor moving slowly down the street. As I write this, a dove with plumage the color of the overcast sky hops onto my balcony and looks directly at me.
Janice Macdonald
Maria Rattray
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Could we just emulate nature?
Writer, author, teacher, fun-loving poet. Trying valiantly to make the world a better place. Helping you to guide the future. Find me at: https://ponmyword.com
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