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The morning sky is Ink blue
A warm wind blows on her
And the Cows, well,
They are content to lie and bear witness.
As she must walk
For no other reason than the beckoning of her routine.
About the Creator
Shannon Lemire
Writing is a part of who I am.
I go back and forth between handwritten lengthy journaling and sitting here glued to my laptop.
As inspiration hits, I write and follow the intuitive nudge.
You'll see many sides of me here.
I hope you enjoy.
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