And neither have I wings to fly

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The Water is Wide	The words no one can find	walking to the moon in my nightgown	What the dust told me
Father's Day	Being There	light at the end of the tunnel	Wings
you found a broken thing and fixed it	Death, it always is	Seven falls, eight rises	Heaven's Dust
Fukushima	dust collector	Make Me a Channel of Your Peace	Simple Gifts
belief vs. metaphor	It was a dark and stormy night	Waly	Barnacle

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