I laid her out on the open steppes under the Eternal Blue Sky, with her feet pointed at the Sacred Mountain so her soul would know which way to walk. I sat with her another day and night. I told her stories about our life together so her soul could remember who she was, then I sang her the parting songs. The songs that tell her spirit that she’s ready to go, that it’s all right, that she can leave me now and walk up the Sacred Mountain and back down again into the Ancestors’ Realm. In cities, singing the soul out of the body is a shaman’s work, but we muckers had to learn those songs
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