Just because this month is winding down and I could stop
writing my small stones, the ones honouring or remembering you - it occurs to
me that in no way am I anywhere near saying goodbye to you. It might have
something to do with your ashes still sitting near me in my desk, waiting for
Spring and softer soil, but I think I know better. There's more to goodbye than
a month of small stones.
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