Dear Mary,
I first met your words in this high desert. You are with me now as I stand under these big open-mouthed skies, the Milky Way pouring into my veins.
That a stranger can become an intimate through poetry is your gift to us.
Thank you for offering us the world of your imagination.
Be well.
Beth Surdut
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