A rememberance occurant.

The sea shell drawn forth.
A friend and lover of the past.
Gone.
How long has it been for I don't keep track.
How are the friends that accompanied you.
All is Gone.

I, Place this shell on your rug in anticipation of you to marvel.
I, Sit where you sat and ponder.
Gone.



I still think of you my friend Aver..

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ios, in the year 133 MA.