Your humanity is beautiful,
even in sickness, in anger, in repression...

Every time I hear your name,
I have a feeling I can't explain...

Within the first week of February, 2015:
Eloise M. Harmeyer, 88...

When I am touched by tomorrow's rays,
I know I will need to stay alongside motivation...

...

To be alive, to know we are here despite nature's...
groaning and persuading us to prepare our stout...

Characteristics
read through a strong perception...

Christmas.
Joyful singing...

Mama just drove home with a
plastic cup of green beer...

Woodwind floats among limp mourners
who cannot force heavy claws back...

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I cried for a dream to be tangible...

Before me cries your people's scattered hearts
once united but now thrown apart...