Sunday, July 12, 2009

My son Ben leaves for the high contry/we have been together so little these days that we hardly notice

  • We have been stuck before in an uncomprimised position. The kids scattered throughout/Danielle/Kevin/Adam in Maine. It is hard to swallow the disappearance of people you love. Their agendas fall where they may and I follow along in my heart and mind. THIS SU
    PROVES TO BE A LONELY PIT. We have traveled and slept in the wilds/placed our breast at the foot of The PIETA.

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