Kings and queens matter not. Only my memories matter—the rolling hills, the wind in my hair, the music flowing through my veins and beating in my heart, in step with the prayers I prayed for the ones I loved. History is mine--my life, my passion, and my story--a cascading waterfall overflowing with the bitter sweet edifications of my soul. They call me to return—to be there once again, completely with my whole being, to relive and celebrate all I have learned. Wisdom grows finer with time, a truer wine, more potent, deeper in color, and sweeter in taste, intoxicating with only one sip. Life is for the living to honor the spirits.
Photo Credit: Jeb Buchman
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