Thursday, November 3

Autumnal Equinox

Once a year, the people of the sleepy little fishing town of Homer, Alaska bring letters to the sand
                                                  Thoughts to the water
                                                                            tear stained sympathy cards
                                                 A wish or two or three
                                                       And if not the letter the whole mailbox

In which ready to part, gathered in a basket to burn and send to the sky

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