3/13/10

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In morning,  Moon hands the skies to Sun,
   who gleams for hours, 
then passes behind the mountains for a nap.
Smells of rain and mown grass rise in the valley.
Stones are washed clean. 
Earth swallows the afternoon showers.
People come from all directions for a ritual bath,
   a feast of many grains, 
   sweet treats of fruit and flowers,
as the warm sun returns to a sparkling world.  

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