Oh, I hear you in the wind that wraps around the house and thumps against the door.
I see you in the mist and rain that hangs in the tree branches.
Your shadow, dancing in the candlelight, brings me comfort.
I feel you, caught in the shiver of memory.
Beloveds all, I am missing you today, and sending you love across the fluttering veil that separates us from one another.
Beautiful for Day of the Dead, Karen.
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