As my body slows, and nears rest, sleep...

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I think of my last.  Believe as you wish.  She, and I, knew these things.

I hope she found more peace than I have known.  We did try to find it together.  Couldn't forgive ourselves, each other?  I... think more ourselves.  And we... knew everything.  I'm not sure about everything.  A near miss, or missed by a mile?  What moments, though.

I do hope she is well.

As things slow, near more than rest. sleep.  The veil is torn, I near.  No worries, when I push that hard, I... always end up here.  It is familiar ground.