miles mean nothing to a heart that is pure words penned in grace, sent to ether give heartease to the overstretched sowing stiches of understanding in tapestry threadbare
little suns and stars shining bright in love and hope from face unseen and adirondack chair gives strength to one down, from down under allows grief, the words needed the abilty to care for these simple gifts, no payment required from the heart open to care...
in response to a beautiful poem" the dirge of memory" gifted to me by Nat Lipstadt....one in a million..