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This is a sequel to "A spinney by some brook". On a clientrun (I visit some my clients every month to pick up their bookkeeping - quite often accompanied bij my wife) we were talking about  what we found out about my greatgrandfather and his history of losing a twin brother (who died somewhere around 1850 at the age of one month) and his firstborn son and the strong astrological connection between the firstborn son and myself (he died on March 23rd, 1887 and I was born on March 23rd, 1960). I felt a deep sense of loss and sadness rising. I decided to stop by a chapel across the street from the first client and light a candle at the statue of Mary. I often do, though I am not Catholic or in anyway tied to some church. I lit the candle and sat there and suddenly burst into tears, almost like a tsunami. My wife was sitting next to me holding my hand and at some point I had the strong feeling that both the lost greatgrandfather twin and the firstborn son came to me to share their peace with me. So, to clarify thiongs: the "you" in the poem is my wife. I use my poetry also as a kind of diary. Thanks for reading!