Beginnings

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The morning runs, burns away the dark hours, to stand in awe of its appearing dawn, to grow towards its center, to appear within its fold, enveloped by its presence, held within the earth cradled by the sky, as echoes of sentiment flood in to shake the wounded tomb, resurrections can still occur, even today.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Ekin Büyükşahin

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