Light
I woke up feeling the cloak of grief lifted, to look down the driveway and see light glowing within the studio.
The windows are open to the sun. No computers, printers, files. A sweet building.
The sadness of life missing, transformed to a warm glow. There is no choice, no choosing.
Sneaker waves not to turn your back on. Then calm. Still, keep a watchful eye and love.
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