Walt Whitman and Bob Dylan talk about how we all contain multitudes. I often think of that when I think of Marie. She was, and is, deeply loved by so many people. I am one of those people. She was in my life from 1975 until her untimely death in 2009. Today is her birthday. I often think of the Marie her husbands knew, her kids knew and her family, friends and other loves knew — and now even the Marie we all remember — and how each is a unique, different and valid Marie. She had multitudes. She was easy to love, easy to breathe in and make a part of your soul. She could give that way and not lose even a tiny part of herself. I cannot be me and not love Marie.
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I took this photo in Spring 1978 in the California Gold Country.
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