
Over the years
we looked forward to seeing certain handles pop up on our computer
screen, handles like the ones belonging to the faces on this page. Those
we have lost remain in our hearts and memories...and are fondly remembered
here.

The lark is silent in his nest,
The breeze is sighing in its flight,
Sleep, Love, and peaceful be thy rest.
Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
Sweet dreams attend thee in thy sleep,
To soothe thy rest till morning's light,
And angels round thee vigil keep.
Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
Sleep well, my love, on night's dark breast,
And ease thy soul with slumber bright;
Be joy but thine and I am blest.
Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
To
make a prairie it takes a clover
and one bee,
One clover and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
---Emily Dickenson