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friends, kin, and travellers.sherab said Mar 25, 11:49 AM: ~o~ I Dreamt that I had Quarreled with my Brotherand Woke to find His Blood on both my Hands. Sister Told me we were Both born only Children and our Kindred wandered Far across the Land. Each of Us must Search to find our Mothers; Take our Places in the Family of Man. As we Gather up our Promises and Wisdom and Suffer in this Place of blood and Sand Learn to See your fathers' Loving Heart In Every one you Meet, and Hear his breath in Every word you Say Someday You and I will Meet again as Strangers Pray we greet as Friends and fellow Travellers and Recognize our Kinship on the Way. ~o~ Don't look surprised! Poor old William Shook off his winding sheet And stumbled into sunlight! -March 25, 2008 I woke from a dream and wrote this.
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