“I’m not going to let his memory lie there.I’m going to pick it up like a dropped feather…”

" But to let him die. In front of a restaurant in Dawson Creek? I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to let his memory lie there. I’m going to pick it up like a dropped feather. I’m going to sing songs, and I’m going to pray and I’m going to smudge everyone …

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