Sometimes all that matters
is the silver grass in the morning sun the last rose of autumn that stays warm in the bud the changing face of a leaf as it weathers life a water pool that collects in the palm of a stone the sky that waits patiently outside the window. Maybe all that ever matters is that we notice it. In memory of the beautiful Sandra Carpenter.
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9/17/2019 01:04:16 am
What a lovely tribute to Sandra. I will miss her warmth, her laughter and her smile. She was a wonderful woman. And she gave the best hugs.
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