I have to search for poems tonight. This project continues to keep me focused.
I have had wonderful conversations with people that I love tonight. Being raw is both hard and a gift.
I went to Cynthia and Robert's gravesite this afternoon. I can't sit on a bench and talk to a gravestone. I can, however, stay surrounded by tranquility and take pictures. That's what i did.
I love stone and wood. Maybe not as much as Patrick does, but a lot.
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