In this burning desert, in the shadow of shimmering dunes, the mirage of who we were dueled with what we are. At the very heart of desolation you took my paw, showed me rain and truth, closed these wounds and made them scars through two coyotes in my youth.
Paradise may be a very long way, yet I won't forget your name. A raven and a fox it seems so strange, yet nonetheless in a wasteland was found a place.
Later than expected, this clock, time to go. You don't need me to wish you luck. Your gift is more than enough.
Thanks for the thousandth time.
Someone I love very much is very sick, you see. I'm not sure I can survive his death...so...
Keep on with that brilliance. Stupid me. I know you will.