Clouds.

We pass through the clouds, wet with sadness, where few are smiling and the days have darkened.

Moving through another season of living among the dying, knowing an end is near for those we know, or perchance those we love.

We are left to cherish what we get, whenever we get it, left quietly behind with the greatest gifts, those moments and memories of the brightest days we shared.

A soft candlelight replaces a once shining star and burns in our hearts forever.

Peace.

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