from the edge of town

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    Steven Bliss
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    The music rides in from the edge of town and few hear the hints as it comes
    upon the spring breeze. Mostly it is ignored. People shake their heads as
    it comes toward them.

    Patches of life spring forth where the notes of melody stop, waiting for
    someone to recognize it. Elsewhere, thorns grow at the thicket. Discontent
    becomes common place.

    A train comes from the overpass. It travels southward as it does each day
    It has it’s own rhythm as the wheels find their voice. It’s like hearing God,
    if you listen. Melodies and rhythms continue, waiting for someone
    to hear; someone to share what they feel.

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