Ancestors...


Late at night, in the still of the Hospice, I walked the quiet halls passing the somber rooms where loved ones reflected upon the culmination of a singular life. As I gazed upon the hard koa wood floors, in the reflections, I could see the presence of Beings of Light, the Ancestors, quietly and patiently waiting...

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