Friday, February 16, 2007
and comfort
A letter came, pencil smeared with tears. I hear you. I am listening. I will tell you what I know, which is not much. I will tell you what I think and do and believe, what helps me--which changes every day, which sometimes is not enough (the man prone at the end of the escalator, the EMT’s standing around).
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Alison Stine