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Karen Comer: all the weeds are brown…and the sky is gray

“The birds they sing, at the break of day. ‘Start again,’ I hear them say. “Don’t dwell on what has past away, or what is yet to be.” (Leonard Cohen) It appears Mr. Cohen has read this poignant reflection from Karen Comer. As I post this, thunder crushes the silence in the gray, Moscowvian sky, and rain begins to pelt the glass in Karen’s well-written story. If there is anything in this world more powerful than the written word, it is forgiveness.