Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle # 544 Words: tongue, book, inscription, face, death, letters, vigil, ways, barrier, drag, climb, memento Face of death appeared to him despite our vigil, and prayers. His gentle way of speaking, and his ready laugh, encouraged the discouraged to open up, climb out of their shells, and dare to share. Although his native tongue was Ukrainian, he had no barriers to learning several other languages as well. His mementos took the form of letters, and books inscribed to his fellow professors, and students. We are grateful that he was spared a long dragged out illness. We are glad he did not have to witness the destruction and violence in his beloved homeland. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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The tears are falling down over my cheeks … 😥🌏☮
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Beautiful poem Sara
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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