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Our Worded Universe
Verdant words tumbling from the sky like sunbeams. Dancing on budding tree tops, they push through fences and gates into the neighbor's waiting yard along melodious pathways of intent.
In between, wordless gaps sparkle and light up our painted universe --sure counterpoints to the feeble filaments that string together Heaven and Earth in a necklace of tenuous meanings.
Like feathered clouds shaking hands across the firmament, our drifting thoughts rise skyward: kites trailing the colorful tail of a thousand untold lives.
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