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She couldn't express her grief but knew this tangible loss, felt affinity with old bones a bond with lost loved ones. She cleaved close to those, it being in her very nature a clan thing - family loyalty, bridging a long span of years. Her trunk trumpeted, mutely, while lowering a sister's tusk softly on the blanched shards of the ancestor herds, tendered in this final act of fellowship from one gentle giant to another.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
At The Graveyard
She couldn't express her grief but knew this tangible loss, felt affinity with old bones a bond with lost loved ones. She cleaved close to those, it being in her very nature a clan thing - family loyalty, bridging a long span of years. Her trunk trumpeted, mutely, while lowering a sister's tusk softly on the blanched shards of the ancestor herds, tendered in this final act of fellowship from one gentle giant to another.
frank-ernest-gibbard
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
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