May 24

Picked this morning. Lily leaves and blossoms like the flight of geese in spring. Or perhaps childhood stories of souls after death winging their way homeward. I seldom regret that tales of heaven no longer resonate. But on Patricia's birthday I would like to believe that some part of her still exists somewhere.

It is also Kathleen's birthday. Happy birthday to both.

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