a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Sometimes I want to go to you but remember that I have put you in a special room far from here, a room, nonetheless, with an open door, so that I can enter anytime. So, I can see your smile when you were running with Shiva, the golden lab, through autumn leaves in a special forest long ago. So, I can walk through that door anytime.
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The moon is most beautiful at her beginning, or end. Like a fine-edged sickle punctuating the blackness. Minimal. A lot like you. Not outstanding. Almost missed. Nevertheless beautiful. Step outside with me. We’ll see her from the steps. Let your skin touch the cold.
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After the wedding between Sophia Wood and Erik Saucedo
by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Story of the Marriage of Two Souls The orchid dancer worried all night that the storm would keep the two souls from being married. But the jumping waters that dance into the sky did not come. The love of the village was so great that it pushed back the whirling winds. The two souls were finally married, and everyone celebrated long through the night. An eagle had flown over earlier that day and told us it would be so.
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