A lull toward late
fall, messages arrive
scrambled. Those born
on the light shrinking side
of winter solstice
carry an extra
burden. We must generate
an expanding light
from within. And it just might
illuminate the shoreline
for those of us now walking
the boards in the afterlife.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
i don’t have a telescope but i know you are on the way back.
welcome amy !!! missed you.
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Thanks Michael. Still writing every day–just not necessarily getting to the blog as frequently. Grieving is a process, but your response is encouraging me to keep the blog alive. (My dad would want that.) I really appreciate your comments and support. Thanks.
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