It’s pure
It’s pure. The air, there tall, majestic peaks, everything. Never before, well at least, not for a very long time has this experience made itself known to me. The only problem was the urn in my hands. The ashes, as promised, would be spread with the wind in hopes to reach the places we’ve been or not.
You have my love always.
Peace be with you.
I’ll never forget you.
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11/28/2008 – For the time when I can’t write what I truly feel, for that saddest of times has come.
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