32 Rising The sun, rising, turns the sky white and yellow. The chill November air trembles in the dawn-light. The dusky blue silhouettes of the tall trees stretch toward that distant fire. How beautiful when a tiny bird flies across the panorama of the horizon! With a heart of prayer, I begin a journey toward the divine. my dog is sleeping at home in her plush, warm bed – dreams of happiness! November Amber Ridge
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