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Christy Salmonson's avatar

My sister read this at my moms funeral and it will always be connected to her me my sister and Mary Oliver. Love when it come to me in unexpected ways.

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Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, i do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow;

I am sunlight ripened on grain;

I am the gentle autumn rain;

When you awake and greet the dawn

I am the day as it is born;

I am birds in circling flight;

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die.

-Clare Harner

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