I left you to rest peacefully amongst giants sixty-seven hundred feet above the sea, seventy-six years from your first breath. Raven ca-cawed your arrival, buck reverently raised his crown, and chickadee dee-deed her spirited song of eternity. Winter’s wind rippled past golden meadow grass, rolling fog, lifting the veil, shifting an ancient cathedral into a phantasmagoric dance of ancestry — fog and sentinels, starlight and mountain shadows, eagle and endless sky.
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God, what truly great lines: "shifting an ancient cathedral into a phantasmagoric dance of ancestry."
, beautiful !