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Dear Friends,
The Bridge
Clouds passed over the moon again,
I lost something precious last night.
The bridge I was building collapsed.
In my hands, holding and healing
this pain, seeing the truth of what
can be lost and would be gained.
The wounded heart will know
no measure, until it does. Father,
mother, daughter and son, with every
breath that comes, prosecution or blessing.