Thinking of you Tim. Val and I will never forget that wonderful night on the deck at Plum Island, when you recited long passages of your and Alan's Beowulf by heart, stamping a stave (well, maybe it was a broom handle) into the deck to help the rhythm; and Alan woke early the next morning to walk the beach and greet the sun. It was one of my favorite poetry experiences. You brought the words alive, as you always do.
We've been friends a long time and I've seen you survive a great deal. My money's on Tim again. And my prayers.
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