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			<title>Refuge</title>
			<description>He has poured Himself over me Like a drink offering dripping hope,Filling my wounds with beautiful healing light.He weaves and ties the strandsThreefold strong, snugged up tight,To make for meAn inpenetrable fortress, Towering high above the awful circumstance,A place where I can..</description>
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			<title>Restoration</title>
			<description>When the winter gets inDown deep where it hurtsJust there at the dividing lineBetween sinew and hope Look out past the blowing aspensSquint hard against the stinging blastTo see the faint amber glowOf fire against glass He waits for you thereAnd no one else has the address ..</description>
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			<title>Vespers</title>
			<description>to look backwhile still feelingthe pain like acidon an open wound and standfacing the blastknowledge emergingthat what wasneed notbe again. this is faith. the &amp;ldquo;substance of things hoped for&amp;rdquo;evidence of the invisiblea discerned forcein constant motion...</description>
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			<title>By the Sea</title>
			<description>I had only Just begun to unfold The summer&amp;rsquo;s softness Cotton colored sunshine Ready to slip into My jelly shoes Still gritty with sand From that beach I loved I remember the old ladies there Smiled at me And waved Their old skin flagging Like banners Beneath their a..</description>
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