hamish
I walked down the valley in search of it, it was sitting on a mountain, far far away, as I hiked up, it became harder to breath, I smelt it, and felt it, my heart racing, I thursted for more air, but it was so good, I surpose that's why I cannot see her anymore, she was my dear, not anymore, and on some nights I can still hear her laughter, up that harsh mountain. That is what I thrust for, another chance, to say goodbye
I looked aroud to see if I could find her, it had been years, I final recognized her initials, her favorite flowers lay proudly by her, the as I put my flowers down next to her I said a quick prayer and walked solfully back to the graveyard gates, her memory kept to live on forever.
A strive, a chance, a lifetime of giving, and being given. In life we realize, that its not the differences, but the noticing of diferences that make u's who we are, part of a determine siviliseation, whith ways of communicating in ways beyond our imaginations.
We are all connected, in life, emotion and feeling, we may not know it, but we are all one, no matter race, size, religion or practice, we are all in it together