Feelings of sadness, loss and grief. Sitting on a hill. Unsettled. Held up only by this chalky grass-covered slope’s strength. Lifted into the sky. Crows and a Raven. The constant wind. Where is my friend? Where have you gone? I want the earth to bury me too. My bones to become ash. My spirit to rise up and meet you all in the clouds above.
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