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Ruth Loomis Skeen

Sep 12, 2022
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Such mournful twilights, beaded with the rain;
Blurred sunsets and the wild wet dawns;
A pale moon rocked in a tempestuous sky.
Gray hours like driven ghosts drift by
To a gray doom. And over all I hear
God’s age-old laughter down the wind.
 
 
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