The storm that began all this devastation, as it cleared. The dark thunderclouds were a portend of the ecological catastrophe that was beginning. My heart aches with the losses.
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“…for it’s not only our hearts that are broken, but the heart of the world as well. Stitch it back together.” (Stuart Kestenbaum, “Holding the Light”)
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I am nearing the end of drafting my memoir about Dave’s demise from cancer four years ago. This bird on the wire reminds me of myself, singing my solo song as the dark clouds break up.
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