On the wing of a butterfly's flight
I now can see my Heaven's light
Remember that I loved you more
And now at last I'm free to soar
It has been one week since my aunt has passed. Her ashes were kept in the above resting box until she could be set free upon the mountain. She needed to feel true freedom. Today was her day; she was released and flew above the mountains, into the clouds, and to the heavens. She is now free.
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