Dear Mary,
It was your voice. Since that reading at the Provincetown library when River Styx, Ohio was your new book.

Nevermind that you saved me once from near-certain hypothermia in the Beech Forest when I had fallen through the ice. It is your voice, holding firm through book after book, that has remained with  me, has continued to shape the world, shimmering always, bright in the eye of God.

With abiding thanks and deep appreciation,
Dan Lewis