May God bless you and your...
But by the sea-banks where at morn their foes
Might find them, lay those knightly name-fellows,
One sick with grief of heart and sleepless, one
Who will figure out what had happened.
It might be a month, a day or a year.
I might be viewing written marks of roads long renamed by time.
But let this be notice to those who grieve
I will forever be turning this puzzle in my mind.
Adam Kimball 2
June 11, 2019 | Private, NT | Acquaintance