Gray,
Who feels like writing this week with such tragedy? I've found myself heartsick and without words, but came across these few lovely ones...
Sincerely,
E.
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands in games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.
~ Donald Justice
