His ashes are held in the sacred space
where towering pines hold secrets.
They have shown their loyalty.
They have protected and given life--year after year after year.
She's safe here.
She is hopeful here.
She sees purpose here.
She is so very grateful--for the here.
The butterfly told her to move and go--
be free and fly
knowing that the place, where her first love lives, is where the
all that she has
all that she is
This is the sacred.
This is the gift.
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