Sunday, February 20th 1927
Tuesday, January 15th 2008
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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. |
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Pictures and slideshow below.
 Dawn |
Midday |
Evening |
Dusk |
Loved Ones |
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