nila: my people believe that those who pass are not truly gone; i pluck a leaf from a branch and see a friendly wave. your friend is not truly gone. he is always with you.
beau: (points at an annoying bird) that’s molly
nila: my people believe that those who pass are not truly gone; i pluck a leaf from a branch and see a friendly wave. your friend is not truly gone. he is always with you.
beau: (points at an annoying bird) that’s molly