After the excitement of the Rally For Sanity, I choose a quiet place to reflect and relax
to look and listen
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to the dripping of dew drops from broad green leaves mingling with the joy and energy of the rally |
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feel the warmth and brilliance of sunlight on a burst of color not unlike Jon's final words |
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mobiles of balanced delicacy |
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and pendulous plumes poised together |
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comparing down |
with up
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bugles demanding attention for the silent |
whispering their secrets
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exhibiting the depth of their soundless strength |
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collective camouflage of colors |
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their cool trickling of deeper waters |
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lush and vibrant in their similarities |
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inviting me to stay |
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to view the dance |
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of variety | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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