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Ecclesiastes II: Son of the Philosopher

Research output: Other contribution

Abstract

Some days I think the clouds are your eyes. Some days I think the birds are your voice. You laugh, chide, scatter thistle all over my lawn and screw up my grass as some kind of lesson I'll never understand because I don't speak bird.

Original languageAmerican English
StatePublished - Jan 1 2010

Keywords

  • prayer narrative

Disciplines

  • Creative Writing
  • Religion

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