This stuff happens, this pendulum swing of emotions,
riding me like some off-center grief machine, I need to heed a
wise woman's words:
Consider how gentle, caring your husband would be in any instant.
He is the friend of your longing, why not do the self-friend thing
by emulating him?
So this day I paint, thankful for friends who keep touch.
Mostly moving through quiet, sunshine and soft air, learning
To live alone.
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