To you, Amanda. For the soulful presence you always shared so very well.
To the goats, who are pleading mercy to the frozen grass you warmed with your whispering trudge. And to the amazing old lady you would have made. And to the stories you should be telling from the right here of the now. And to your smile. The one that held, and mustered and moved a day into being.
The angels, how they profit from such a loss as we have come to know.
You give those stars all hell, sister.