
a year ago🍁 “Grieve not for me, but mourn those who stay behind, bound by longings to which the fruit is sorrow…Even were I to return to my kindred by reason of affection yet we should be divided in the end by death. The meeting a parting of living things is as when clouds having come together drift apart again, or as when leaves are parted from the trees. There is nothing we may call our own in a union that is but a dream.” -The Snow Leopard
