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Whatsoever is Holy on All Souls Day


I should write more today.

But I can’t.

We lost a dear family member yesterday. Creativity is somewhere behind the fog of loss. Words that matter float in that creativity behind the blur of memories.

What a lady. What a mother. What a grandmother.

She loved unconditionally. She poured herself out for everyone else.

She loved.

It’s All Souls Day. I should write something about the Readings. I don’t feel like it. All I feel like saying is that I read them.

And there was comfort there like nothing else can give.

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