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It is your vestments that smell of your heart, and lightens mine a little each day, at least the days I give you. The deepest part of me that you can make smile.  I sigh a sense of relief, knowing you are real.  More real than blood, more real than pain, or dirt or thorns.  More and more than we know.  How do I express the joyful puzzle of knowing you and forever searching for you?  In poetry?  In tears?  I accept.  I'm amazed!      

H.A. 11/2011