– for Avalene Compton
So many long I've waited all these years to see them again, my children. So many long, these years.
The dead come at snowfall when it's all the mountain can do but not fold in on itself all this time.
The others watch clocks and come in the sunshine. They shine that way so bright like something of heaven in all these rooms when they come, they shine.
this is so beautiful it made me tingle all over, especially the second paragraph. wonderful, shel, thanks for sharing. and "avalene" is a beautiful name, too.
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