A benediction asking Everything, the only god I know, to take care of a friend I never held, and of me, and everyone else. Also a poem that haunts me, gently.
“Though nothing does, eventually.” You have ushered me down this Magic River. The River is (indeed) Magic. I thank you. Thank you for sharing your tender love with us in this way. With me in this way. Thank you, dear Kristin Lueke, dear friend I haven’t held yet.
“Though nothing does, eventually.” You have ushered me down this Magic River. The River is (indeed) Magic. I thank you. Thank you for sharing your tender love with us in this way. With me in this way. Thank you, dear Kristin Lueke, dear friend I haven’t held yet.
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