The Stone at the Back Near the Tree Line

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Good morning, Dear Ones. I’ve been walking in the cemetery, watching Spring struggle forth in the quiet around all these resting places, and this made me think of today’s breath.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe name is spelled wrongon the grave of the baby that died -- little one with her name spelled wrong for all eternity.Still, the ones who visit her know her and know her mama and know her daddyby their flesh and bones and the way they touched the earth,so it doesn't much matter about the namewhen you know the soul and the grief of losing itdown the roads of your blood,walking the path of your own lineage.