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Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
From 'The Sun' by Mary Oliver
copyright by Mairead Ni Rodaigh. All rights reserved, usage or copying without permission prohibited
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