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Diana Dodd
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Diana Dodd

Great poem thanks! I see the skies these days at sunrise by witnessing a flock of gulls fly past my window. Wings of wonder indeed. Every day is different and their flight paths, speed and patterns change with the weather. They can describe the wind. And then, staying with it, one sees beyond their moving silhouettes to the rising sun, the sky itself and its boundless spaciousness x