| Today is July 29, 2010 |
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On the night of judgment spiraling flocks of sparrows spun above the fountain at sunset. Men’s shoes filled with sand; bookshelves collapsed; children were quiet; even the dogs and cats were uneasy. Read more
Lightning is on the hills,
storms stirring dust, bleaching rocks
swirling through acts in an ageless play. Read more