Logs for sis 

found a poem entitled "i'm not here". it goes like this: do not stand at my grave and weep for i am not here, i do not sleep, i am a thousand winds that blow, i am the diamonds glint on snow, i am the sunlight on ripened grain, i am the gentle autumn's rain. when you awaken in the morning's hush i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circle flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry. i am not here, i did not die. 

your team did a good job. deserves the wow status of a virtual. thanks. sis in old hickory, tennessee