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"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."

Do not stand at my grave and weep
-Mary Elizabeth Frye

I didn't know what to draw at first, and after losing my second dog in 4 months, I decided I need to give myself some kind of peace. Timer is off, I cried a lot.