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Hi. I found this in an older notebook
yesterday and , for some reason, just thought I would post it here.
My dad was very much alive and well when I wrote this and so it
almost seems intended to be found later, to bring comfort, which it
did. If my father were here he would say: I hope you will be only yourself, and if you get tired there will be evening breezes, and if you feel lonely there will soon be friends. And in cool shadows of picnic grasses I will bend down to you and kiss your head. September 2002 |
