There was a storm this morning before daybreak.

The sound of big, fat raindrops and distant thunder was at the same time deeply unsettling and comforting.

I have been a registered user here for only 1.5 years.

I have never been to a nodermeet.

I never met her in person.

I never even had any of the deep significant discourse with her that many of you have enjoyed.

She chinged a couple of my writeups and she pointed out a few typos.

We shared small talk in the catbox.

When I read "When did I lose my brave little soul?" it broke my heart.

Be whole again, Christine.

गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा