Meanwhile, the deep earth of my homeland cools my body in its last resting place, where they lowered it not a month ago.
And my soul expands to embrace new life.
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Northern snows assault my squinting eyes. Saucy southern rhythms heat my blood as it mamboes to my heartbeat. Exotic spices from the East break their journey in my kidneys, and arid west winds parch my lungs.
Meanwhile, the deep earth of my homeland cools my body in its last resting place, where they lowered it not a month ago. And my soul expands to embrace new life.
Brian Taylor
30/4/2019 06:28:05 pm
Beautiful and poetic story.
anita haas
4/5/2019 04:02:40 pm
Thank you so much, Brian. 1/5/2019 07:45:08 pm
I've just come in this minute from a lovely local lady's funeral in our little town.. Taken from our community at only 49 years old. Your words helped to make sense of the loss. Lovely story, lovely words, beautifully told. Thank you.
anita haas
4/5/2019 04:10:00 pm
Thank you, Fliss, for taking the time to comment. Sorry for your town's pain. This story was inspired by a similar loss a few years ago.
anita haas
4/5/2019 04:12:31 pm
Thank you, Don!
Ada Heredero
6/5/2019 06:55:28 pm
Un R.I.P precioso. Comments are closed.
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