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Click hereMy dear girl Boo
I think of you
as days are ticking loud,
hours barely, trees are lace
the clouds weave smoky grey
with blue. I must embrace
my memory, gather apples,
breathe, give thanks for
You are with the orange
leaf, the cardinal, a clutch
of feathers, beads, every bit
bred in the land a bravery
of solitude and gratitude,
a tender helping hand.
Your stories live among the words.
The woods are singing, birds are
never quiet. Even in the breaking
light of dawn their song goes on.
especially in S2. Leonard Cohen couldn't have described what I picture as Boo's scrap book any better. Suzanne's got nuthin' on our lady Beth. Love you and thank you for the salve.
The imagery in this is wonderful, I'm sure Boo loves this.