The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights.
Habakkuk 3:19
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in the gathering gloom of early evening
I trudge the road
gently
knees complain with each step
voicing their complaint about years of use
and misuse
my feet move heavily
proverbial feet of clay
and so I trod and trod
out of the bushes
a doe
once hidden
bounds effortlessly away
behind her twins
not yet grown into their tails
follow in formation
flags flying valiantly
Gemini
Flying
and with them
my soul
flies
earthbound no more
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