“Maybe in this nation of the flesh, Distance will hold us together, as I try to remember her bent low to the bleeding heart’s small petals, and around us, buds of wild lilies where once there was a shallow gorge… — Eugene Gloria Copy Share Image
“There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
