Teal (teal_cuttlefish) wrote,

And life goes on.

Eventually, my nose will clear and I'll be able to breathe and sleep tonight.  And he can bark again -- he was debarked, and poorly, when we got him.


Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

--Author unknown

(That's Bridget in the icon.)
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