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For Minya:

She saw the mist rise from the ponds and streams

Carried over like soft covers left by moonbeams

She saw the dew sparkle on each blade of grass

Placed there by the tears of not long past

The birth of each new day the early light of dawn

The legs stretched by the new born fawn

With a breath she looked down

And saw her next thorn crown

Felt the wind on her face

The soft brush of fate

And forevermore was touched

By the solemn grace

As she took her place

On the wings of an angel…

Members of CRoWWN

As all of you are now aware of the passing of Minya (Michelle).

Take time to reflect on her goodness and what she has done for CRoWWN and AoRG and the others she has touched and been involved in.

Please offer kind words in prayer for her spirit and memory.

Aylith - mun

Susan

If anyone has any questions please ask.

Given a time of peace we shall reconvene and in her memory and move forward.