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It is the quiet time
by David N. Muxo
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It is the quiet time, when evening shadows stretch like kittens half awake. Rose-colored clouds announce the end of day; the resting earth begins to sigh and dreams remembered or imagined loves. The sea recounts a thousand tales on myriad shores; an old man home from the wars with marvels on his lips. His whispers, hoarse with age escape our untrained ears and disappear. |