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Day 17 Advent is a time to try to be poetic.

What is the shadow ‘neath a wing? No fence to hold you in. Beyond, though clouded, boundary lines are clear. Safe are you within His watch.

Surrounding colors set with stars, circles orbiting to eternity, we travel on a reflection of a reflection, drawn in. Those satisfied, not deified, will enter.

See in the west, how the sun rises? No doubt of brilliance there. And to the south the sea extending, reaching to befriend? Boundaries have been established.

Heaven and earth know no divide, except for those who with untender hearts may chide.

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