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Rose petals

April 13, 2008

That date was a Sunday. Another Sunday, yesterday, is her birthday.

In 2008, it was a chilly wet Spring, I had a flight scheduled to see a performance-artist friend in New York, but I stayed home on Saturday, nursing a growing cold. No response came from her dorm room after twelve-thirty overnight into that Sunday. And none ever would.

Where she went she gave us a bridge back to herself. If and when and whenever we wanted to walk with her. In whatever body we could see her....which is different for everyone.

Memorial crosspost: http://silverplate88.livejournal.com/140108.html

Blessings Be.

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