My dear friend (Jen Stackhouse) (Jen Stackhouse)

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I met Sarah and Danny soon after moving to Galiano, at a Thanksgiving gathering held in the valley at Thera. From that first night, I recognized them as kin — wild-hearted, luminous, and overflowing with love.
This photo was taken at Danny’s birthday celebration a few years ago, a moment that still glows in my memory. Sarah was one of the most radically authentic beings I have ever had the privilege to know.  

Sarah — I miss the simple knowing that you were close, just a phone call or a sleepover on my next visit away. Yet I feel you everywhere now: in the wind that moves through the trees, in the stars that keep watch, in the dreams where you still visit. Until our paths cross again, I carry you with love.

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