My sweet love had to put down our last chicken today; the poor biddy was sick and dying and he wanted to shorten her pain. He spoke her a sweet eulogy: “Rest in peace, Bok. All life is made new. All life is forever. Now feed the grandchildren of the worms you ate. Feed the…
My sweet love had to put down our last chicken today; the poor biddy was sick and dying and he wanted to shorten her pain.
He spoke her a sweet eulogy:
“Rest in peace, Bok. All life is made new. All life is forever. Now feed the grandchildren of the worms you ate. Feed the blackberries whose fruit you loved. Restore the damaged soil. Return to us within the sweet black juice and we will remember you in the summer sun.”
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