A neice passes on
My mother wrote to let me know that my young niece Carly, short for Caroline Julieanne Ottlelia Houser, passed recently. I hadn’t seen her for many years and am saddened by the loss. She was a writer.
“I can see everything for what it truly is: colorful, independent, shapely, gorgeous and, above all, dripping poetry. Before I read Ariel everything was kind of fuzzy and nonexistent. Nothing used to make sense to me; not people, the future, nature. I like to think that now I know what life is.”
- C. Houser 2006
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