I remember

It’s five weeks since oakhillside’s funeral and I still visit her grave every day. A dear friend has invited me on a walk, better yet… an adventure. A quest if you will. To find a magical hut in the woods, where one could retreat. We have been walking for a long time, meeting people along the way. At the end of our walk, we come by a friendly neighbour. As it turns out, he’s home and he kindly invites us in. As we walk up the steps of his porch, I shriek. In front of my feet lies a little shrew. I am so glad I saw him in time. I pick him up with my tiny shovel and carry him to the tree. There in the shade, may he rest in peace.

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