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Horseshit. Ideally I would climb one of the surrounding mountains, mistake a lightning bolt for a power vision, and die with my charcoaled body blasted into a crescent smile. Locals would call the mountain Big Smiley.

Things that were dead were not alive as surely as that bird dog I had grieved for several years. Her location was certain as I had buried her.