June 2026
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In elementary school I was handed a blank canvas,some brushes and paint.Our teacher said, “paint something you learned”I decided to paint a Navajo dwellingsomewhere in the desert untouched by written history. In one hand I held a paletteblending the colors of a night sky.A memory sparked and inspiration ignitedwhat flowed through my heartflowed from my…
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The murmuration of poetsis God’s pupil.The depth of knowledgeinfinite.In the darkness’ abyss we existonly to find ourselvesin God’s light.
