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August 7, 2025
In Between
When I pray
I go to a place in between
not a church
not a garden.
I search for cracks,
for windows and waves
for the strong siren call
of All That Is.
I bring back souvenirs,
a rock, a feather, a shell.
I show up and show out.
I ring the bell
that only I can ring.
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Promt Title of a poem: The Place In Between
360 Degrees of Wisdom--Leo 20--Restoring spirit. Rituals and worship.
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