Even last exhales dissipate in wind; all that was never was. Maybe that is the earth showing us how to grieve. The wind reminds us that what is gone is gone; that we need to let go. The rain washes their blood away; the flow of time will dilute our pain. The ground absorbs their buried bones, teaching us that they must live on in memory; that life is truly intangible.
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