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Jagged peaks above
Wind scattered ashes below
Her soul dances free
About the Creator
Kenn Lyon
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This Haiku honors the passage of my wonderful mother. She loved the mountains of Colorado where we grew up as kids. I took this picture myself, when my brother and I were honoring her final request and scattering her ashes in the San Juan Range of the Rocky Mountains in SW Colorado.