The Beach
The smell of death is heavy here, and the sky overhead is nearly always grey. The gods weep for those souls no longer living, and the iron gray waves sweep away the bodies of the fallen to the deep. The sand here is bone white - for good reason - and each step along the shore is made on the backs of thousands of horses before you.
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Posted on June 27, 2011 at 07:15:56 PM by wounded knee
“My daughters,” spoken with a mother’s fondness for her only children, as the old mare gazes up at the sky where she knows their spirits are safe in the keeping of their ancestors and the stars. “You lived, you loved, and it is I that is lost for knowing you are no longer walking in this world. A mother is not supposed to outlive her children but as long as I know there are children of yours about, I am content that our blood and our ways will live on.” A pause, the old head dips and a tear slips down a cheek, “My only regret is that I was not a better mother to both of you girls and that you endured much from all sides. Our people and your father’s were cruel and not always understanding, as our blood was never meant to mix but it did, and I wish that you had been made in love not savagery but know that I loved you always and love you both still. One day, my daughters, we will be together.” and the old mare wandered off from the place she felt closest to their spirits.
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