When I Die…

blood moon

“When I die, I would like to become part of the salt marsh. Return me to these waters, to the grasses and the tidelands. Where there is no death, only the cycles of life. Make my marker a lush stand of cord grass. Watch it wave in the breeze. See how it catches the light. And think of me.”

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