I give you this one thought to keep –
I am with you still – I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone –
I am with you still in each new dawn.
– Traditional Native American Prayer
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The Weekly is saddened by the death of our longtime photographer Christy Kinney. Her bright smile, energy and spirit will be deeply missed, and our sympathies go out to her family and friends.
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