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Heart-Drawn

In great deeds, something abides.  On great fields, something stays.  Forms change and pass; bodies disappear; but spirits linger, to consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls…generations that know us not, and that we know not of, heart-drawn to see … Continue reading

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