Good-Bye

We all come from the Goddess
And to Her we shall return
Like a drop of rain
Flows into the ocean...


We buried Newt this today, under the pale light of mid-winter morning.

It brings me a measure of peace to have her safely put away into the dark womb of Earth. Until the last sad act was completed, her dying was unfinished and raw. Now she sleeps under the snow with Sparky and Rosie and Toby and too many others.

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