He treated the Earth gently. He treated everything that way. Though wide-reaching, his footprint on this planet was always thoroughly considered, considerate. A paradox in so many ways; sweet-tempered, mellow, benign, profound. Somewhere in Tibet, his body lies buried in his homeland. Somewhere in Massachusetts his memory lies, also in his home.
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Recording Life Under the radar 
I feel hushed, reading this; very moving.
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Thanks Valida. Hush is nice. He was a quiet guy.
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🙂
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Don’t think anything I could write this morning would quite be adequate.
Thank you Valida Faire for eloquently expressing for me a similar reaction while reading Zoe’s post.
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Thanks, Denise. Valida does have a way of expressing the tough stuff well… 🙂
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This gives me much to think about — i try to be gentle to the earth, but i know there is more i can do.
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I suppose we can all aspire to more no matter how good we try to be…
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Oh, so sad. And haunting and uplifting. This prompt lends itself to memories and the macabre. Beautiful and from your heart.
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I actually had a funny story to tell for this cue but being in a favorite spot without him made me a little too thoughtful. Thanks, Val.
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excellent wordage
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Danka shein! 🙂
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Numero uno, Ivy.
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And we seem to be using different languages today! Au revoir!
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Al verter zein, mi amiga!
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A short and beautiful eulogy.
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Thanks Sarah.
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Beautiful read! 🙂
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Thanks.
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I hope some may talk of me that way…one day.
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🙂
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Soft falling words, gentle man, deeply missed.
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truly.
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Oh Sweets. Just. Wow. Gorgeous and important. I hold his memory here too, through your words. xxoo
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Not to be annoyingly repetitive, but this was beautiful!
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Oh, my heart! Lovely, my friend.
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