“Death creates a family. I step forward into the circle Of mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, partners With tears forever in their eyes. Wanting to run all the way back, Wanting to run. But not running. I join hands with the holy mourners. We cannot outrun our pain so we wade into it. We hold each other in love and light And we stumble and catch each other And we walk without knowing why Or where. The meteors stream in the moonlight
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