You’d think that grey days, like this one, would be perfect for grieving. But I feel more joy than sorrow even through a friend and mentor died yesterday. Earlier, when confined with people who did not know her, I felt the expected sadness. But here, on a beach made musical by waves, with the Chilkat Mountains managing to glow under storm clouds, I think of the love she gracefully gave and received. I smile remembering that when she recited her poetry, Eva only spoke the truth.




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