Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this...

I know that when he died his eyes were closed, and his heart was open...

I know that he could hear the mountain...

Now I don't know if Edward heard the mountain, and I don't know if the mountain heard him in return.

And I know the mountain heard him in return.

But he was buried in the mountain. And I know that made him happy. Because it was against the law.

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