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Early Morning

by Marilyn Goerler

The breeze reaches out its fingers to
smooth the warm beams of sunlight
from my face.

I look, and there, far out on the water,
wings go gliding on the crest of a wave,
as serene a the soft touch the says
He's with me.

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