Your legs...featherless, long, and yet fast. I thought they were so ugly the first time we met. And now you're gone...and I stand alone by your grave. Memories fill my mind.

"Hey, thanks, Gylfie. They could have killed you..."

"DIGGER! Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine, as long as you're with me..."

I weep, for you. I have read so much, yet I am still unprepared for the death of the one I love. Digger. The desert was our home, and yet we were so different. And at the same time, so alike.

Forever yours,
Gylfie.