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October 2, 2026
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After the Rain
“The earth exhales its oldest prayer, a scent of pine and moistened loam as raindrops surrender to the sun.”
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<div class="pv-stanza"><p>The earth exhales its oldest prayer,</p><p>a scent of pine and moistened loam,</p><p>as raindrops on the window glass</p><p>dissolve like travelers heading home.</p></div><div class="pv-stanza"><p>The branches, heavy with their grief,</p><p>lift gently to the amber light;</p><p>a solitary sparrow sings</p><p>to banish what remained of night.</p></div><div class="pv-stanza"><p>And in that stillness after storm,</p><p>where sky and sod once more agree,</p><p>I find the courage to begin</p><p>and let the quiet awaken me.</p></div>
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