On To The Mission

From that hill you will see my people
but cannot hear from them a welcome song
for the sound of your breath
and the melody of your movable feet
is the sweetest hymn to start the feast

by Jordan Legaspi

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I am sorry to hear she lived in a climate wherein autumn kills off the roses. Where I live the roses awake after a dry hot summer and bloom with brilliant abandon through the fall and early winter. Autumn is lovely in my neck of the woods as I hope it is for the majority of the readers here