My father passed in 1969 so fathers and feathers go together for me. Fly Light!
Little breath, breathe me gently, row me, for I am the river I am learning to cross.
– W.S. Merwin
My father passed in 1969 so fathers and feathers go together for me. Fly Light!
Little breath, breathe me gently, row me, for I am the river I am learning to cross.
– W.S. Merwin
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