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My boy, My boy Many names you had. Many forms you did take. One soul. Innocent. My companion. My friend. But not mine to keep. I will see you again in my dreams. Goodbye Bodie.
A reading of the piece (AI-generated, interpretive): A threshold between visible and invisible worlds, where wind-driven snow dissolves the boundary between land and sky into a field of pure atmosphere. The blurred rocks emerge like half-remembered forms, suggesting the way grief renders the familiar world suddenly foreign, a landscape standing in for the liminal space between waking and dream, presence and loss.
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