Stone Circle Give me your wisdom

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The search would lead her to the stones, just the same as any other day. His soul felt at ease amongst them, a sense of belonging. Perhaps he knew, deep down, that he would someday join them there—perhaps he wanted to make it easier on those left behind.

Kove was laying against the mother stone when he heard the steady approach of another. Slowly but surely, he lifted his head and peered around, relaxing after spying the familiar face of his daughter. “PiKutenngai?” he questioned, pushing himself up to a sitting position as he did so—and only after did his face briefly fall with uncertainty, righted to a thoughtful smile moments later. “I seem to forget where I am these days,” he said. “How are you?”