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Finding JOY at home, each and every day.
“Master of the Light”
I praise thee when each pastel stroke of sunrise
seems for me,
And every lustrous breeze
Ignites my soul
With glowing testament of thee.
But when my shoulders—
Burdened, bent to dust—
Refuse to lift, Forget to trust,
I glory, Master Artist of the Light,
That I can still find thee in the night.
-Jean Seifert
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Melissa is crying for what we have to look forward to up there (snow mountains)! It has been fairly warm here the last couple of days (mid-70's), and looking at that snow and ice brought a cold shiver down our spines. Only for a second though, because today is too nice outside to be in here typing comments on the computer! Thanks for sharing new pics! Adios!
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