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  • It was a bad time for the world to end. So much rushing around, no time to love the world. I decided to take a break and walk.
  • I went to Pier Park. It was snowing, and windy and cold. A deep melancholy seemed to sweep over the water and onto land.
  • But the small sad beauty of it all overwhelmed me.
  • In a way, it seemed fitting that death ruled the day.
  • Death, too, is a part of life. A mournful part, but never-the-less, a fate that awaits us all.
  • Death is built into the seasons. The swimming buoys are collected and stored for the winter.
  • When I circled back, two geese had arrived. A reminder that spring will come.
  • This story is a Solstice and Holiday Greeting for all of you and a tribute to Richard Keeling because I enjoy his photos and stories. All photos from Pier Park, Grosse Point Farms, Michigan, by me yesterday.

    (I haven't had time to work on my novel the last few days.)
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