And so it was, as the sun charioted across the sky, sinking below the horizon in a maelstrom of color, and the pale shore birds, in contrast, waded in the quiet surf, nibbling sweet mussels burrowing into the wet sand, that she revisited her life.
The events that made up her time on earth, bringing to mind images of people she met, and their role in creating who and what she was, rewound through her memories.
Would her legacy be vainglorious like a sunset, or unpretentious as a snowy ibis. Would she be satisfied with the remains of her days?
Thin spiral notebook 
Lovely. Two things come to mind. One, the book “Tuesdays with Morrie”, and two, the Buddhist practice of meditating for months in the charnel grounds. It seems we should be taught to contemplate regularly our death, as it can come at any moment, and will we be ready?
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Nice. Love the picture, too.
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Nice words and a nice picture – I cant say which I like best!
Cheers – Stewart M – Australia.
PS: here is a link you may like:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2012-11-22/budgerigars-alice-springs-waterhole/4386156
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Beautiful! And what a gorgeous, gorgeous photo. Happy Thanksgiving Tara. ~Joy xo
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very nice, Tara. Legacy is so important. 🙂
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Truly, she went to a place i have found myself in, often. Nicely done, Tara.
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That is very gracefully written.
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Very pretty prose with solid artistic message. I loved this Tar rah. Happy Turkey Day.
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Oh that’s just lovely and poetic. Refreshing.
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