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.