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Book of Nature

Into God’s Book of Nature I step in the murky hour just before the dawn, before the rising sun stages its rehearsal, bleeds pink into the edge of night. It’s where you might find me … at twilight, the in-between hour when day dissolves into darkness, when on a summer’s eve I surrender to the rising surround sound of crickets and keep watch till the starkeepers trot out the stars. 

Barbara Mahany

Retired. Having fun with photography. Journal daily. Meditate daily. Learning haiku. Have a love for fountain pens.