and so the rain begins, mirroring my tears, washing Rowdy's remains into the earth, cleansing my grief, reminding me of the cycle of life, the balance of Nature. The magnitude of horrific events all over the world surround me, serving not to diminish my tragedy, but helping me accept it, to absorb it, allowing me to consider making something beautiful with Rowdy's fleece, which awaits me in my studio...
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