tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085926.post3423672497270929257..comments2024-03-28T02:44:22.875-04:00Comments on Hecate: Nov. 4, 2008. Don't Fuck This Up, America. Really. I Mean It.Hecatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291488568404382739noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085926.post-57907630552430981712008-10-26T09:02:00.000-04:002008-10-26T09:02:00.000-04:00You gave me this poem when my friends' baby died, ...You gave me this poem when my friends' baby died, and I wrote it into the card I sent them. They loved it, too; said it was "perfect."<BR/><BR/>It's perfect again. Misted me up, in fact.<BR/><BR/>May it be that way for <I>us</I>.VforVirginiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05481078416430982240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085926.post-6469074378111141332008-10-25T18:17:00.000-04:002008-10-25T18:17:00.000-04:00Thanks, dear Goddess.I needed that.Thanks, dear Goddess.<BR/><BR/>I needed that.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00149894446861176259noreply@blogger.com