the spirits of friends, dead or alive, thicker they come, a great
crowd, and I in the middle . . .
. . . there I wander with them . . ."
~ Walt Whitman ~
"There where the dim past and future mingle
their nebulous hopes and aspirations
there I lie. . . ."
~ Lenrie Peters ~
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For more fencepost poetry and decorations
see my current post:
"Fencepost of Homestead Past"
@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony
P.S.
~ First Snow of the Season ~
December 16th, 2020
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