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This is Everything
by Julia Rusinek

Thursday, August 29, 1996

This, I feel, is everything.
This river
	Whose sound I know
	I always long to hear
	Though I am not aware
	Of my longing until I hear it.
This beauty
	The peachy white rocks
	Peering out of the water
	Like curious, lost children
	The trees lining the shore
	Standing by in expectation,
	Anticipation, -- on guard.
This sky
	Stained by clouds of gray
	And midnight blue
	The clear patches which scream to me
	Of their openness, of their possibilities
	Of endlessness and eternity.
This feeling
	This wholeness
	A tiny ripple in the water below me
	Stirring up my insides
	The wind whispering through my body
	Caressing my soul
	Arousing it from slumber of death
Life! Life!
	It all seems so clear here --
	What is mortal and what is not.

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