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Sheila E. Murphy – The Story

Sheila E. Murphy
The Story

I saw the river
Trembling, I was
Versioning a small
Coastline, I took
Shelter, you
Became my clothes
Awhile, and that
Became a life
For me, the story
Felt its way
Into the clear
Soul center
Of release when
Winter traces
Fire and earth
Returns the atmosphere

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