Walking in a cemetery after sunset, sending and receiving text messages.
Understanding another person is approximate, at best, but miraculous and spiritually nutritious. Something elemental is served when it occurs.
A ladle of cool pure spring water with the sun glinting off of it offered to the Sun Dancer parched and burned. Sacrifice is required and never rewarded.
Walk at night. Be quiet. Be alone. Accept loss and death.
Learn to live.
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