I had a dream of your passing...your last life it was lucky 13 as I say. Well maybe not I think. I went to your grave site and as I stood there saying my good byes a child (boy) was hanging upside down in the tree over your grave. Looking at me he says "Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red rose?" With out hesitation I reply "yes". He looks at me as he jumps down laughing..."Peace little one" he says as he takes off running into the newly formed fog.
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