My Invisible Trip to Baltimore

This is me.

Here is my light.

This is my joy.

This is our pain.

This is us dancing.

This is my state
of mind.

Barely there, but touching, touching just enough to feel the hurt and to bask in the glow of the fading part of our mountainous moon.

19 Av 5768. It's one year stronger. Rest, Toby, v' zechutech yagen al kol yisrael.