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Bails?
Yeah?
Is it so dull being dead?
It was, not anymore.
What changed?
I stopped peering over the ledge...
What do you do now?
It's hard to explain - it's like swimming,
but not in water, in light.
Who do you swim With?
Mostly you and Toby, Gram and Big,
with Mom, too, sometimes.
How come I don't know it?
But you do, don't you?
I Guess, like all those days we spent
at Flying Man's?
Exactly, only brighter.

All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

“The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.”

I always felt like I was in a story, yes, but not like I was the author of it, or like I had any say in its telling whatsoever.
You can tell your story any way you damn well please.
It's your solo.

I imagine you
up there
not like a cloud or a bird or a star
but like a mother,
except one who lives in the sky
who doesn't make a fuss
about gravity
who just goes about her business
drifting around with the wind.