Karen is still with me
Once in a while I think I see her walking down the street
A tall white blonde woman
There must be others with her hair color but I don’t see them
Yesterday I had the feeling of her body walking down the lane
I see her daughter who is also my daughter often enough
I don’t think of Karen the way I would if she was alive
Maybe I think of her more now.
I wasn’t actively thinking of her in Norway
She was just there in the pale blue shadows
In the cucumber sandwiches
In the northern lights
Living Well - Ongoing Adventures in Uncertainty 
This is beautiful.
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Thank you, LJ
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“in the pale blue shadows
In the cucumber sandwiches
In the northern lights”
…She lives in your heart forever… How beautiful!
sending you lots of love and heartfelt wishes for a grace-filled new year,
Bonnie
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