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Recorded Reading (0:56): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/1yicg1zn0f6dmft9vvs5e/The-Storm-is-Over.wav?rlkey=r8kbba02bl5n56hbyncdsqbkg&dl=0

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The Storm is Over

How winds have howled! How all small life lay low,
Trembling in the face of awesome pow’r!
What courage did these tall trees, silent, show,
Standing stalwart in that dreadful hour!

With how much fury did the lashing rain
Obscure all hope of visibility?
With what great effort every inch we gained,
Determined by most grim necessity?

How many the directions of the wind
Caught us, all unexpected, in their midst? —
But now, at last, it seems we may begin
Perceive some hopeful thinning of the mist

Which, if continues as is first begun,
Brings back to us the friendly warming sun

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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