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It is to feel the wind and sounds told in three lines . . . it is to view memory moments in words.

"Silenced Song, She knew the music, but forgot the words" This is one story, one story among many women. One woman who took what was not hers. A story of one woman, one woman whom God gave a friend. This is a story of one woman, one friend, one small community that forgave and welcomed and loved an ex-offender. What of the other women in this story . . . how many lives have they taken? How much justice and injustice exists in our Society?

A month ago when I was praying, I asked God what could I do for you? Maybe a strange question, but I was feeling the avenue of space in my life. I now was over 80 and the words of my sister were echoing in my ears when she shared that when you get to be 80 everything begIns to crumble. What could I do? The years of working in the church activities with the youth, the camp, and those overnites in the Family Life Center and even kitchen duty was no longer do-able for me. I have been reduced to working only in my yard and that with the aid of a Kawsaki mule to carry my tools. I have found my...