Madness string 2909

Random mermaid
There's a dreadful wind blowing. Absolutely marvelous. Nobody else out. Just me and the stars and the moon and the wind, the glorious, glorious wind. We danced. We sang. She threw leaves in my face and I blew her a kiss. I was shouting at the heavens. THIS is LIFE.

Meh, if I scatter a loved one's cremains, it's about the scattering, not some magical property of the ashes. We're all the same chemicals. What's important is that we were thinking fondly of grandpa as we sprinkled the ashes outside his favorite brothel.