Thank you, Robert. What a gift of non-fiction I have in that box. I feel so blessed to share it with others, as I know there are so many boxes, with all different types of things inside. I kept mine locked for 35 years...maybe others will open theirs, as well.
“We brought small offerings.” That line won’t leave me.
This whole piece is a study in ache and stillness, like the park itself—safe, but edged with everything unspoken.
You told it without judgement, which somehow made it all the more human. All the more true.
Thank you for letting us walk with you through that October light.
Thank you, Robert. What a gift of non-fiction I have in that box. I feel so blessed to share it with others, as I know there are so many boxes, with all different types of things inside. I kept mine locked for 35 years...maybe others will open theirs, as well.