Gary,
I don't know if when you were little you ever threw a pebble down into a
deep well listening for the splash and wondering if it was just going to
go down and down for ever and come out the other side and be lost ...
Your poem came today on the fiftieth anniversary of my father's death. He
was twenty four when he died, I was two months old. Your poem ripples with
me in ways I can't quite put into words.
Rosa
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