after the years
into love, the horizon stretched, across memory. the winter walk down a mile long street, to kneel in blazing dark, with voices made of wind. then memory becomes a chalice, in the rooms of light, holding the challenge of mourning. until silent wings fell on the day, a sudden blow, full of simple wonderings.
This story asks how we pass on knowledge and other gifts. It honours the people and landscapes that live on through us.