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Loon Mother I wandered through the maze of many years while paddling on that silent, sunrise lake recalling how my mother took my fears and made them tools to sculpt life and not break. Within my breast the slowly crumbling stone cracked even wider open as I felt her loss, the mother of my life had gone forever, leaving white-hot ice to melt. "How could you leave?" I asked as tears burned down my grief carved face, raised to the sky in pain as if responding then, a loon did sound her wail as lightly it began to rain. The mother loon with chicks on back swam past reminding me that nothing mortal lasts. |
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