Slept a little after the long two days of shooting. Kept waking up in the “arms of a nightmare.” It was cold this morning. Clean. Sad. Faint smell of apple in the car like when I was a kid and we took long holiday car rides with my Dad. The New Year for some of us. Always a thoughtful time, a time to remember, to pay attention, pay heed, to keep the faith and stay steady in one’s heart. A prayer for kindness, compassion, forgiveness and love for the living, a prayer of honor and respect for the dead.
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