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In PassingHow swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon lightflows into darknessand the closed bud shrugs offits special mysteryin order to break into blossom:as if what exists, existsso that it can be lostand become precious~ Lisel Mueller ~
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That time flew. Did it feel like that for you while living it? Good looking Family. m.
Posted by: Mark | December 15, 2011 at 01:25 PM
a gorgeous poem resting with your beautiful family...sending love!
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | December 19, 2011 at 08:24 PM
Amazing to look back to see how time flies. Peace and love to you all, always. Bro Mark
Posted by: Mark | December 30, 2011 at 04:32 PM
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That time flew. Did it feel like that for you while living it? Good looking Family.
m.
Posted by: Mark | December 15, 2011 at 01:25 PM
a gorgeous poem resting with your beautiful family...sending love!
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | December 19, 2011 at 08:24 PM
Amazing to look back to see how time flies. Peace and love to you all, always.
Bro
Mark
Posted by: Mark | December 30, 2011 at 04:32 PM