Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger: https://www.pexels.com/photo/aerial-photography-of-mountain-1699027/
We drove beside the
mountain range, your ashes our
silent companion
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Steffany Ritchie
Hi, I mostly write memoir, essays and pop culture things. I am a long-time American expat in Scotland.
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