A final farewell, a door now closed that wasn't quite, that subtle presence now gone completely.
A sacred burning with Sage for cleansing and Rosemary for the memories, just enough flame for each last one. Then gone.
A little breathy, a change in heart rate at first, a need to sit and watch the fire out then the urge to go dig and plunge my hands in cold crumbly earth nearby.
Life moves in mysterious ways.
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