Jon Littlefield

Jon Littlefield

Jon Littlefield
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Do not stand at my grave and weep

Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain

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I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center. Quote Typed on Typewriter on by WhiteCellarDoor