Apr 19, 2021

Somewhere, we are healed.


Morning fog, cold air, then sunny, weak clouds. The Sacramento Valley wakes up like an old man. The bed is warm. He doesn’t want to get up, but groaning, he does. 

-jobe


Don’t fear your father’s tears, so far away. 

Love lives on.

Somewhere, we are healed.

Somewhere, we are whole. 

Love lives on. 

-jobe



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