This book is dedicated to my children, Kleit and Arbin Whittman.
Among those I want to thank, for having an early impact in my childhood, for shaping me into a poet I came to be and who often are the shadows beneath my lines, are an old couple who adopted me from my real parents, or better said, I chose to become their child; gravitated to their home by their love and their affection.
They sowed the seeds of many songs that sprung and grew in the deep valleys of my being, covered often with the mist of my nostalgia for them and many other dear ones I lost, sailing through the winds of fate.
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