Nancy Miller
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On a very tragic day:
SANCTUARY
I may not move, while that lone tuft of cloud
Still holds the fairy hues.
An opal thrown against the sky;
And were this shovel in my hand a waiting sword,
And all the great crusaders beckoned me-
I could not move, until the glory passed.
~Philip Britts
11:40 PM - May 06, 2023
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