Here’s to one…
Here’s to one who might never write again. The words are too small, and the hand too unsteady to be of any lasting benefit. In the dark scheme of whatever, no one will notice. Life will and does and must keep moving, and the motion is breathing and the breath is forgiveness, if only for the smallest of moments.
sam of the 10,000 things 
So touching, Sam. Thanks for letting me read this here.
I think someone will notice and wait for the words to come back and the hands to be steady again.
Wishing you all the best.
I miss your poetic presence. Take care.
yep – nothing goes unnoticed. the systems quiver. stay open!