Thursday, April 29, 2004
barely a whisper, perhaps only breath, but it's there between us,alive, almost separate from us, translucent, blurred and vibrating, and all around us is the cloud, those who watch, encouraging, smiling, singing, holding us together along with the bond, and above us all like a canopy, sheltering, loving hands reaching down to enfold and protect
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