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Has it begun then?

The quiet ash looks smug, while the smoke reminds of struggle.

But the birds cry:  live, dance, play.   The winter was long enough.

And it is tempting.

Too soon to know what the heart thinks.

The spaciousness of God fills the wilderness.  Light blinds me to the cross.

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