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one day, soon

one day, soon

when my breath stopped i could see beyond the mountain and through the trees, and i found her there, dancing in the leaves, dancing the pieces of m...

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And we weep

And we weep

When a child dies, mother continues to hold her babe. Just as mother orca cradles her dead calf, holding her little one in the waterline. And, even...

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