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Do not stand there 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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
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— Jan 16, 2026 04:52AM
Do not stand there 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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
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P195. Long, thriving marriages, have some of the qualities of an orchestra. They can, at intervals, show soloists, and certainly there are leads, but for the orchestra to thrive and soar, the musicians need to collaborate. The harmony that we hear arises from each one playing their part, together. Ruth and Marty Ginsberg had that symbiotic harmony.
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When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
— Jan 16, 2026 04:54AM
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
