She is not embedded in this room, but she still lives here
Her reflections gathering back upon the wood like happy birds,
Flocking to a bird meeting in some tree; and though no tales are told
Histories are entrenched in scars and tack holes,
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Welcome back 'Patti'. Beautiful words here that you have presented to us. Your light shines.
Yes, absolutely! I agree with you - and sometimes the dark overwhelms the light, of course...
without darkness there can be no light... what we were is what we are, and will be... you capture this very well! good job!