"His name is Connor Ford and he falls like an angel of mercy from the sky, braving the flames to save the woman he loves, but knows he cannot have. For Julia Bishop is the partner of his best friend and fellow "smoke jumper," Ed Tully." from back cover

Released on Saturday, October 18, 2003 at Little City Cafe in Middletown, Connecticut USA.

Left this on top of the newspaper box.

I had noticed yesterday in the "go hunting" pages that Gategrl had released 10 books in my area. I had recently received an RABCK from her so I decided to PM her to comment on her being busy in my neighborhood. She replied that she had been in the area and decided to release book in varies places. She also mentioned that she hoped it would not rain in the next few days. Unfortuately this morning when I woke up it was a bit drizzly out. As it happened I decided to have breakfast out and ended up in the vacanity of where she did her releasing. I decided to rescue the two books that I could find from the rain. They need a little bit of drying but should survive. This particular book I already own so I think I will re-release it this coming week at the Community College near me. My copy has already been read by a girlfriend of mine and my mother who used a poem from it recently for my Great Aunt's Memorial Service.

WALK WITHIN YOU:
If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving,
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand,
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishable present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.

I have yet to read my copy but hope the next person that finds this copy will enjoy it.

Released on Friday, October 24, 2003 at Russel Library in Middletown, Connecticut USA.

Placed among the library copies of this book.