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the storm has ended,
there is a softness over everything,
pearly light in the grass under the trees
in the faces of those you look at,
their eyes clean and calm.
And there is a beginning again.
The three tight bands around the stomach relax,
your spine straight as the pine pointing to the sky.
Everything is back where it was but new, taller,
as though the gift of seeing into things
has gathered itself and looked.
~ Sophia Kaszuba
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