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then the breath fades,

flowers wither,

yet stones

and souls endure

pebbles placed ontop gravestones

each a permanent bond,

each a weight

grounding our spirit,

yoking ghosts to the earth

sheltered by each other’s eternity,

secured upon the Shepherd’s sling:

our fragility of life

then forever protected from the curse of departure,

forever protected from the curse of perished memory

12/18/17