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I’m sorry, dear Carol. It’s bewildering, really, and heart breaking and expanding at the same time.
Near tears as I read/write and hope for mercy for your sister, you, us… That we might make some sense of it, have a semblance of peace, and not fight our fate, whatever it might be... Forehead kiss
RE: The Softer Light of Middle Age (original poem)