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These are so lovely and so very sad. Especially:

"Death stares at me,

Very near;

For summer and I have grown old:

Summer will wake

At the spring;

But I will lie cold."

I really like your tribute poem too, Dick.

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That's such a moving stanza! Aw thanks Margaret - it was an early one for me, and required a little editing, but not much thankfully :-)

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"With little skeins

Of violet dusk and cloud,

The grey nun twilight

Embroiders patiently

The crimson sky;"

Oh. That image is the one I need to just sit with for a while.

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Such a beauty! 🖤

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Yeah, reading the poems followed by her mini biography was a moving one-two punch, and your poetic outro was a poignant punctuation.

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Awww thanks Hasse - yeah, she lived a short and poignant life! At least we have these few poems by her to remember 🖤

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These voices! I have to take them in very small doses. The potent heart-broken-wide-open Wonder of them! 💛💛💛

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Ooooof - I love the way you put that so much - "heart-broken-open-wide-wonder" - wow, what a description! 🖤

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Stedman Bostick's brief, deep work, laden with loss and sadness makes an immediate, visceral impact on the reader.

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Beautifully said Kim! 🖤

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