As I walk down the final hill and leave the forest, I look up. I see the finger of rock extending from the butte where you now rest; the lone tree that already you are becoming; the blue sky where you dance. You are with me, you are a part of me, always and forever, and you are also here.
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As I walk down the final hill and leave the forest, I look up. I see the finger of rock extending from the butte where you now rest; the lone tree that already you are becoming; the blue sky where you dance. You are with me, you are a part of me, always and forever, and you are also here.