We have a special spot above Simonstown where you can peer down into town and feel that you can hold it in the palm of your hand. Luckily, Richard remembered how to get there, despite the fact that the once visible trail has disappeared. It's also the spot where the ashes of both of his parents have been scattered. Although late in the season, there was still one flower blooming between the rocks, right where the ashes had settled 11 years ago. And while we sat there and reminisced, a butterfly was drawn to the flower, posing for me, as if in conversation.
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