There are things closer than rain that keep hope alive though in time they fade and pass from mind— tenement flowers seasoned with heartbreak, chattering weeds and the silence of fireflies— things that may not be more brilliant than a wine-stained shirt and crow’s-feet eyes. But they will do. — JH
I will always love Carl’s writing and I will never forget Carl.
Thank you for the memories, Jan .
Yes, Gary. Ditto.