No need today to jump once more on those sharp shards: in-drawing to the birthing place so much sadness.
Hold your light. Now that spirit can grow wise, stepping into that power cut short long ago.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
for Ann
Dear friend, once you made that loving sacrifice as the cannons shook the trenches, diving through the dust to shield your comrades.
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