Remembering
Added 2023-05-28 20:02:15 +0000 UTCWhen in the morning’s misty hour,
When the sun beams gently o’er each flower;
When thou dost cease to smile benign,
And think each heart responds with thine,
When seeking rest among divine,
Forget me not.
When the last rays of twilight fall,
And thou art pacing yonder hall;
When mists are gathering on the hill,
Nor sound is heard save mountain rill,
When all around bids peace be still,
Forget me not.
– from a poem by Ann Plato (circa 1841)
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PHOTO: Remembering a dear friend that left this world much too soon. All that’s left are the precious memories and art we created.
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