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May 12, 2005 08:15

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zachfleury June 13 2005, 21:38:59 UTC
So far this is one of the favorites of mine.

Sometimes memory has a way of correcting -- of glossing over the flaws, of lacquering the knots and imperfections in the grain of the wood, of tuning the shortfallings of our attempts to offer melodious praises.

There is a real sense of humility in this poem. Your poems, to me, make for excellent devotional material-- presumably, both to have read them and especially to have written them. Very rich, yet raw and authentic.

love,
zach

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