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In the grass winks the legacy you protect. Breathing on wild air, a slip of you always remains. Your footprints fade; your face lilts away, and somehow, the reaching blades you once graced still glisten, fresh, as they reach up, out, away.
I'm certain they remember you. A fool would be the only thing not dwelling on your memory. Your easing elegance, lupine stride in-purpose; confidant. The heat in your eyes so far behind your mask of foreboding red. Your mouth and fingers. Hair. Jewelry of shoreline rocks. All priceless to you.
And what I do to tame the biting lack. To dust away the ache corroding out my normal workings. I lay in silence. Listening to the dark. The sky is open and sound travels well. Even a wolf trips the wrong twig.
It could be you, Princess Mononoke.