The After Life, 1943

Updated: Jan 10, 2019

We rode on his Harley through Mexico. Hard spirit was on his spirit. He reminded me of Dahlias. A bushy, tuberous man native to his original descents. He gave me a sunflower and a chrysanthemum on the day of the Dead. Told me I was the light and happiness in front of his mother’s grave. He gave me identity, dignity, and gratitude on my living soul. I’m not theee physically , but I am there in spirit. Your mother and I are proud of you. My sweet Dahlia... — Drew Skyland

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