My uncle is now just a name on a giant quilt.
Reagan’s miniscule soul can burn in hell and I will dance on the ashes.
My dog, perceiving all collective memories of his kind, hunting an elk with his pack, howling at the moon with his mate: ᵗʷᵒ⁻ˡᵉᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵖᶦᵍ, ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵉˢᵉ ⁿᵒʷ. ᵇᶦᵍ ᵖᶦᵍ, ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉˢᵉ. ᶜʰᵉᵉˢᵉ, ᵗᵃˡˡ ᵖᶦᵍ
My dog, perceiving all collective memories of his kind, hunting an elk with his pack, howling at the moon with his mate: ᵗʷᵒ⁻ˡᵉᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵖᶦᵍ, ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵉˢᵉ ⁿᵒʷ. ᵇᶦᵍ ᵖᶦᵍ, ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉˢᵉ. ᶜʰᵉᵉˢᵉ, ᵗᵃˡˡ ᵖᶦᵍ