In this state of mind, she was once again brought to examine the whole of things. She knew that it would be on the horizon, now. With such, shall it be said, unique clarity, there was a particular worth in understanding the now.
As Plainly defined as necessary. The call of the harpy as heard, its echoes as transcribed. And yet, by some it will still be left in three-point ash. As it should be. It is best to leave things where it is found. And beings fresh of burning will be leaving their infinite trails of grey, so sludge-like and dried.
Maybe such salts of the past would be of use to some.