acceptance=freedom

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photo by kate lamberg (c) '14
a single golden leaf
spiraling down-- to rest
with others for awhile
upon a cool grassy plain

the early darkness
descending down the mountain
like goats returning home
from summer

when the river quiets
her boisterous rock and roll
and in prayer
whispers kind elegies

how the salty breeze at dusk
becomes a semi-permeable nucleus
keeping in and letting out
our own magnificence

~ Kate Lamberg (c) '14

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