We acknowledge our ancestors and summon their spirits to give us wisdom in times of tribulation.
The soul is found where the spirit wanders... not where the body lies.
My ribs cage a bird preparing to fly... Into the Sun.
Drops of rain fall from heavy clouds and soak into the ground
watering the lilies
quenching the thirst of the damned
as the flowers and the trees reach up toward the sky
Evaporation is Completion.
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