This is a steep bluff that we released his ashes from. My mother slipped and I caught her arm and brought her back to flat land. It was a thousand foot sheer drop if she would have fell. My fathers ashes blew violently back into our faces when we freed him into the wind. We were temporarily blinded, and laughed afterwards about how my fathers sense of humor pertained even beyond death. This is his cemetery, not traditional, yet it is his resting place. I apologize for the typos in the title and authors notes, but any commas or punctuation shows up as dingbat symbols when I post. Fanstory may need to try to fix this, as I post from my phone

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