Oh Mother Earth and Father Time, what would I do without you in my life to take me to places where I can hear my tears drop while the wind readily approves.
I find solace in the most morbid or supposedly most morbid of places- among the dead!
I literally stage my own concert among the tombstones of those who are now the source of nutrients to the soil, which in turn feed the daffodils and evergreens.
Oh the circle of life… the links of the chain!
Even the dead- those who have literally returned to the dust from whence they came from- are very useful after they are deemed finished, gone, done, carput!
Mother Earth and Father Time I thank thee!
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