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Come share my quiet morning encounter that speaks for itself.

Like the morning dew

shimmering on grass so green

revealing jewels,

Your early presence dresses me

adorns me with refreshment

for this day.

As sacred sun caresses my face

Your brightness illuminates,

beholds my soul

in a clear, easy knowing

of deep unto deep.

Papa.

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Dear Corinne, Your replies are like honey on my lips and great encouragement to my soul. Thank-you, dear one.

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