Far out upon the sea
Where the earth meets the sky
A bluish mist leaves everything behind
And by its side
A halo from the sun will lie
Ted Goodell
1947
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Is It Saturday or Sunday 
This poem reminds me of NYC, my childhood, and one of my first introductions to poetry. It is also the memory from a day we spent together in NYC just before I had my tonsils removed. I was 5 then…but this poem is my connection to that time and a book you bought for me on that day. Your eldest
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with my eyes closed I can almost see the mist……very soothing!
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Dearest Cuz, Delighted to be in the loop! I shall rely on you to point the way to profundity. Thank you for your kind words regarding that crazy “Family” show! I’m floored that you saw it!!! No clue as to what it was about, but they paid me. Love to the entire brood, David/Tony
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