The water is like stone, heavy on my back. I shake the world off with gritty hands
filling the voids with fragmented sediment.
Hold steadfast to great plumes of grey smoke that rise from
autumn fires as the forest looks on, snow nestled in a thousand bows, lidless
eyes.
Be good to yourself you said, and always remember to
remember.
Imagine innocence and the pure beauty of youth…It will
sustain you I say.
Strawberry fields of winter snow lay at the feet of bended knees
as the catacombs of spring lay beneath, rich and sweet, patiently waiting.
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