Mary Elizabeth Frye.

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

I am not to speak to you,  I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you... - Walt Whitman

To a Stranger by Walt Whitman This is by far, my favorite pin/poem/any THING, of all time. I am internalizing this.

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I think I could turn and live with the animals.not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.