A time to mourn and a time to dance

T. Michael Stone

Reporter He climbs alone, on the mountains of primal grief. And not once do his footsteps sound from his silent fate. Rainer Maria Rilke, The Tenth Duino Elegy With every sunrise, the stars and planets reorient themselves, every new square on the calendar corresponding to yet another unique alignment of the hurtling celestial...

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