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Under Your Cape, Teacher

Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Still whispers

Swaying golden wheat,
lingering caress of breeze,
whispers stay hidden.


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