Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief. Turning down through it’s black water to the place we cannot breathe Will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear Nor find on the darkness glimmering, the small round coins Thrown by those who wished for something else………………David Whyte

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.