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Good Night Moon

They wander here still, the children stripped of their names– Did they go gently?   (Image by Voulangis)

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Mist

There will come a day when, unplugged and remote, you dissolve and slip gently between the veils, so much mist needed for mourning’s soft focus into grave clarity.

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