The finished poem from the random voice-note recorded on the walk the other day.   “An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.” ― Bonnie Friedman Original source   p.s. I'll be back to read

We lost another gentle, good soul this week. Well... two actually, but the one chose to step out of all of this willingly. But nobody wants to ask why or talk about anything much, really. Of course.