On a warm summer day, an old soul returned to a
place where parts of it remain for years. Waiting
while misplaced pieces of it floated through life on
waves of tears. Many gathered on this day all had the
same ancestral blood flowing through their veins. Some
came out of respect; the unbroken circle… was there for
These mortals had tried to keep the old soul away from this
final commemoration. They did not care about its many years
of painful isolation. Death had not fractured the unbroken circle
had gone unchanged for years. The return of this old soul brought
to the cloistered multitude panic and fear.
Disregarded, invisible with no right to be heard, the Old soul was
damned in their every fearful word. Watched closely, made to feel
like a thief, an intruder daring to be a part of their hypocritical grief.
The old soul…
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