Written at Buffalo Mountain Camp, October 2009 during an outdoor quiet time in a misty rain.
The wind carries to my cheeks elusive, gentle kisses saying "I love you".
The sky gives forth her cleansing shower, a slow baptism of redemption.
Refreshed, my once parched soul suddenly sees it's not just my redemption,
but all that is around me.
Lorette Waggoner
Monday, November 2, 2009
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