The river made him think about his mom. She'd died in childbirth and was cremated, her ashes scattered from the bridge. He liked to think she wasn't gone, just ahead of him. Someday he'd be scattered here too and he'd catch up to her in the Atlantic, a reunion of swirling carbon.
9:48 AM - 2 Feb 2018
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