A world of families, divided and subdivided by unions and divisions, and reunited again. A swirling chaotic, loving family, picking each other up when we're broken and fusing the shards together like stained glass. Family from far, family from near, family unknown did appear. The satellites are up, rebuilding the connection, and I'm awed, facinated, relieved, and at peace. I enjoyed the display of washed-out 80's hair-band rockers in their leather and thinning hair this weekend. Its no picnic to convene for a death, but from death new appreciation for life is born.
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