Ten years of loss and recovery. Maybe it happened the whole time and you knew but just kept treading in a pool of warmth. I think you would have liked it to see the line of people, the things some of those people said. A brown wooden box with you laid down inside. You didn't lie or lay when you had life inside that vessel. I think you would have liked how many people still love you. I think you know. Did you extend your hand when others arrived? Well read and written. Well loved and
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:00 PM UTC
Ten years of loss and recovery. Maybe it happened the whole time and you knew but just kept treading in a pool of warmth. I think you would have liked it to see the line of people, the things some of those people said. A brown wooden box with you laid down inside. You didn't lie or lay when you had life inside that vessel. I think you would have liked how many people still love you. I think you know. Did you extend your hand when others arrived? Well read and written. Well loved and
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