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Created on: July 25, 2010
in this valley below
When the winds first swept over the lands, they carried in them a cry of love.
When the first coyote came down from the hills, he bayed out a cry of love to let the moon know he was still there.
When man first walked through the valley, he challenged God and beast out of fear. The winds replied with a cry of love that he refused to hear.
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