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60 years ago my parents went on their first date.

Tonight we released Ma's ashes.

Where she wanted. Where they hung out as kids... at a bench at the beach where they grew up.

At moon rise...

The moon was full, but low... and orange...

I hope the orange is a sign, I hope it, but don't feel it...

Someone graffiti-d the bench and wrote "GHOST" on it... that was not there yesterday when I walked there.


I wanted to save her...