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11 I See Only Faces There is a way a season can live within a season a warm morning lifts the winter’s veil of yellow leaves. I have ceased to study the signs people carry see only faces against a blurred backdrop of slogans. There is a way to find grace among people on a grassy hill we rest for a moment and salute the open sky. ...

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