Let this be my ashes blowing in the wind

My epitaph, my prologue, my beginning, my end

I cannot find the door though I have the key

Crossing the rubicon on my way to the sea

Naked now my skin is crawling

I sit in my bones looking out from the hill

Face pressed against the window

The snow is melting and the earth is still – Nausher Nash

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