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nightseaiiLife’s events sometimes rear up unexpectedly and hit you with such force that the solace of kindhearted people and poetry are the things that get you through the pain.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson – Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put put to sea,

But such a tide of moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Best wishes – Denny Bradbury

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