Some things are not better left unsaid

Let me reach the lonely

Let my words be their friend

Let my words bring them laughter and a good story

Let my words bring them a dead deer like they do up at Warm Springs

Or a casserole when someone close passes

Let me prosper, let me be good at friendship, and welcome at many doors

Gathering at many fires with comfort and ease

Speaking with truth through the flames

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