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It beckons us |
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No need to look back |

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For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? ~Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet"
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Life here goes on...
When our time is over, there is an opening offering us safe passage.
Maybe we see a door,or a window. A glimpse of something (or someone)... warm, loving and somehow familiar...
we pass through~ |
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In loving memory of Margaret Louise Nelson
And Emily Kay Compton (my angel) |
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Fearlessly |
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We open the door.... |
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We pass through unharmed,like mist |
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Into the darkness,briefly...without sadness |
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For a brief moment, that which is closed, opens for us alone... |
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Not all is black and white |
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What is old, becomes new |
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Welcoming |
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Things become clear. |
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In our safe place... |
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Our souls go on...leaving our mark on those left behind (for now) :) |
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Of peace and respite |





