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Autumn Whisperings

the twelfth of never

Brad, here.  Silverplate88.

This past weekend marked six years and six months since her final time here with us.

Some of us are thinking about how our relationships have changed with her over the 78 months.
How that has happened -- or has not -- is different for each of us.

For me, since I was honored to spend time with her on campus during her last week, I have lots of memories of what we did and said. They have gotten more vivid as time has passed afterwards. And all during these months, her presences have kept on coming, in different people, in different situations, in different forms. She looks over my shoulder frequently and I never have to turn around, she has taught me to look with wider eyes than that.

I've just stayed open for her. She's not there all the time, she flies as she will, it is the only way she wants it to work for us.
Perhaps she is with you?

There is a popular song from the fifties by Johnny Mathis which says in part:

You ask how long I'll love you...
Until the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the Twelfth of Never
And that's a long, long time.

It's a beautiful song for an eternal girl.

Blessings Be.

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