I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush -I am the swift uplifting rush -Of quiet birds ...n circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.Carl stepped back with the others. The woods fell into a quiet hush, as James knelt to the water and began to slowly pour Chen’s ashes into the pond – then a bird began to sing off to the side – Mike looked up into the trees. This was the South. This was Savannah. ‘That’s Martin Lewis’ sister, Muriel Roberts,’ Miz. Tracy said. ‘He’s the owner of the inn across the square—you saw him pass by just now, I’m sure.’ ‘He’s a dreamboat,’ Miz. Donna said, her own voice showing dreamy. ‘She used to take coffee with us here regularly, Muriel did,’ Miz. Tracy said. ‘Don’t know why she stopped, though. She hasn’t been around in a while. Maybe it’s her husband. He plays the sax. Used to work in the clubs downtown—some of those. As the women waited in Rebecca’s living room they began to remove the implements from the bags that they had left on the floor that previous night.“He is really nervous about this, isn’t he?” Rebecca smiled as she tapped the wooden backed clothes brush against the palm of her right hand.“He knows what’s coming but doesn’t know that you’re going to do the whole punishment.” Joanne Wilson smiled as she pulled the well-used Canadian prison strap from her bag.“Are you sure about this, Lovely?”. The boys grew outabout an inch and a half of hair from their head. The guys who had somebald spots were really thrilled. Their eyebrows were only faintly therethough and their beards were still gone, along with most of their bodyhair. Some of it on their legs and arms was there but faint and verylight."The Viometric people were pleased, male pattern baldness gone andtriple the normal growth rate. This had been hopin' for this as ananticipated side effect. So now they might have a beer diet,.