Rumi

I have no more words but let the soul speak with the silent articulation of a face......Rumi

And the face is cold without life or breathe but it looks so peaceful and young and no longer suffering from the bodies frailties.

My Mother is the High Priestess and she left in her usual way of style and grace. The angels of Mercy beckoned to her and she had already had her little bits in order for her girls to discover.