full circle in the hundred acre wood


The sun sets on our world every day. Too often, we don’t see it. But on this lovely evening in late April, with a temperature of about 78 degrees, uncharacteristically low humidity and a soft, light breeze blowing, I was ineluctably drawn outside to stand transfixed and gaze on this scene of moving clouds and shifting visiting missionary chalk board colors.

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