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"The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest." ~~ E.B. White

I know his voice absent the depth
Of meaning in English-accent tone
But not the depth of meaning itself

I know his voice soft gentle even
Shall we say fringed with the glow
Of hope and warm caress of kindness

I know love when I hear it
I know my father’s voice
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Jami on November 17, 2008 at 2:41 pm said:

From dawn, dusk and throughout the twighlight whenever I’m in need of comfort I hear the voice of my dearly departed sending loving messages of hope and encouragement.When I am cold and feeling life’s icy chills he sends me warmth and comfort.

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