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