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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Christmas Passage

Spruce tree’s woodsy scent
Bright colored lights a-dazzle
Kitchen smells wafting

Wrapped in bright paper
Gifts mysterious wonder
Await awed children

Soon it is over
Scraps of paper attesting
Dinner digesting

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