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When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
John M. C. Crum, 1928
(posted by Miss Gretchen on NYT)
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Nicely done, Ms. Storyteller.
What an association ... mythical, really.
Dresses woven of wheat.
Too moving.
Posted by: Madeleine Gallay | 10/09/2010 at 04:41 PM