She stood on the top of a small hill in the middle of a vast field of prairie grass. The crisp fall wind blew from behind her whipping her long chestnut hair and peasant skirt as she stood clinging to what was left of him. She hugged the urn close to her chest, tears gently sliding down her cheeks. Her horse stood a short distance away grazing, looking up occasionally. She sang his favorite song softly, trying not to allow her emotions to take control. As if on cue, when she was finished the mare walked up behind her and gently nudged her. It was time to let him go. She opened up the urn and as she sang her love song to him, she let his ashes be carried away on the wind. When the last of his ashes drifted across the field she fell to her knees and sobbed. The mare gently nudged her shoulder. It was time. She said her goodbyes and sent a prayer to the heavens then grabbing the mares’ mane she mounted her horse and galloped back across the field.
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