We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan
Irving Townsend, “The Once Again Prince,” Separate Lifetimes, 1986
Safe Travels, StoVoQor, you were loved.
May 7, 2005 – April 16, 2013
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