June 7, 2011
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If you have ever loved anyone; And you have lost them just as we all must; Then you may be closer to them than you think. The red tailed hawk which swirled from my father’s grave before they covered his coffin with the soil to which all souls must return keeps visiting. When I was gathering my, “Pinkhoneysuckle,”
, He will have weights upon his shoulders, because Dad needed those shoes for his journey, and all will circle and circle awaiting the outcome of a daughter’s work.
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All is ancient, before it seems new in our line of vision, so do not question what is going on here; Just know that the hawks are winnning me over to believe that things go on for which there are no words. Blessings, “Pinkhoneysuckle blogger, Barb HZ
