22 December 2006 | 100 words
The lore scrolls say my brother died, but it is not so.
How long did I grieve before I knew the truth?
How long did I wander lost and bereft, my life meaningless without him?
How long before I realised that he lived?
A morning’s horseback ride, sun rising above a thin cold mist. A new day seen by fresh eyes and my darkness fled away.
I see now as he would see, taste as he would taste, love as he would love. My senses are his. We are one.
I rewrite his history, for he lives in my soul.
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