Clear DayDear Sandee, Please look for this little girl. When she is able, when she is happy and knows that we will meet again, would you please ask her to send us back the peices of our hearts that she stole? Dark sable girl, gentleness so pure. Softly treading into our hearts softly letting go. A spirit too fragile the stress too much Fighting so hard to keep you finaly giving you the grace to go Little Miesha, we will miss you so. Farewell sweet friend until at the Bridge, we meet again. In Loving Memory, Karen and the Scruff You Gang Shelter Mom, Linda Proulx www.dook-n-dance.org [Posted in FML issue 3591]