when spirits unite
on a bright and pleasant fall day-
taking death's journey.
H.'When Spirits Unite'
I raised a glass of one of her favorite wines when I heard of her passing this week. I drank it with vigor and smiled that she was no longer waiting.
Here's to you, Jane. May you look down upon us and laugh wildly because you now know the real truth.
Godspeed.
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