AMIDST LOSS
Even when you come to low spots, the lowest,
you must slog through them as if nothing at all.
Concentrate upon the hammer, the nail will take
care of itself. I am far and away the farthest away
from anything reasonable at all. On the mountain
along the high-terrain trail, where the builders of
tarpaper shacks never leave the confines of home,
they've put up signal towers now to signal the end :
'Grief melts away, like snow in May, as if there were
no such cold thing.' It is only proper that we go on.
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