Acknowledgements

A heartfelt thank you to you, my cotravellers of "Twelve Windows, writing life vignettes"

Sheila, for your generosity, for making this beautiful project possible and available. For turning an idea into a vision, and the vision into something palpable and alive.

Deborah, for your being a writing buddy, unique and genuine, the only one of your kind.

Kristen, for the natural gift of reaching out to others, for your presence, for daring to be so vividly alive.

And Marsha, for weaving many places into our common story. For the Hawaian wave, coming and going.

To all of us, for our courage, vulnerability, gentleness, fragility and strength, and for following the heart.

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