Nicole D., July 6, 1960 - December 15, 2002

[vulgarweed]

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory;

Odors, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.


Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heaped for the beloved's bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.


[P.B. Shelley]

Rest in a better place, my sweet older, sadder birthday-sister. May Hecate guide thee ever deeper.