Breath where the wind blows. Live fast and die fun.
Friday, July 23, 2010
To All Departed
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
I don't brag about the deer that just jumped right in front of me and shot, instead, I hunger about going into the depths of the mountain and across oceans for that one mystical doe.
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