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November is sweet, sunshine through bare trees, dry brown and
      fungus-free leaves companionably visiting among the dead
as I did yesterday our town's small graveyard military dads who recently
      died lie under polished stones embossed with actual photos of
      themselves and their wives flowers and plastic totems within a
      miniature picket fence overflowing with the emotions love and
      grieving of the living
beside or not far from simple wafer-thin old moss-covered stones on
      which I could not read the names.
Such peace I realized which may be found around any rock or tree has
      escaped me while I pursue my particular happiness and our particular
and such a blessing awaits me, too.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 5/22/2015 9:23:00 PM
Robert, your deep write inspires and sets my mind to musing!
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Date: 5/22/2015 5:05:00 AM
Profound and deeply inspiring piece, excited reflection on those who have gone and those left behind. Th last line closed with a touch of hope.
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