Victoria Waters
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after the sun
It is not a day of despondence I know that I can see it as new awakenings I will try and do that The birds still sing; I hear them maybe it's just a different song. I breathe deeply I suppose and try and clear my head I look at all things.. grateful I am reminded from time to time that we are our own makers of beauty We are placed here So on this day of quiet remembrances I know how God somehow is sketching a grey day Still with its light and color presented in a different way