Memorial For Rachel Dow

This Thursday from 3pm-5pm beginning at Soo-Vac at 27th and Lyndale.

Possible ride to follow.

More info at C-R-C.

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    B Rose said,

    This poem is one that has a new meaning for me after the last few days.
    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    by: Robert Frost

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound’s the sweep
    Of the easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

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    JenRen said,

    Our beautiful resilient friend, you are missed more than you know. Thank you for your smiles and your love of life. You have many friends, who are so thankful that you are our angel! XOXO -JenRen


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