Just as a Flame's conciousness begins, as it feels the cold. The sacred smoke whirls from my lips and I call for you.. As a Crow would call for it's own murder, I call for you... Even as the Heavens transcend my breath; I call for you... As the breath stills, clasping my hands. The mind sits, as if it entered Death... I am

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