Natalie: [narrating] There is a meadow in my perfect world. Where wind dances the branches of the tree, casting leopards spots of light across the face of pond. The tree stands tall, and grand, and alone, shading the world beneath it.
Natalie: [girl running frantically] It's here, in the cradle of all I hold dear.
[she falls]
Natalie: I guard every memory of you. And when I find myself frozen in the mud of the real... far from your loving eyes, I will return to this place, close mine, and take solace in the simple perfection of knowing you.
Far from your loving eyes
In a place where winter never comes
Far from your loving eyes
Along among the wind I run
Far from your loving eyes
I return to this place
And close my eyes again
Cory Lambert: I'd like to tell you it gets easier. it doesn't. If there's any... comfort, it's... getting used to the pain, I suppose. Went to a grief seminar in Casper. Did you know that? I don't know why. Just wanted the bad to go away. Wanted answers... to questions that couldn't be answered. The counselor come up to me after the seminar and sat down next to me. And he said something that stuck with me. I don't know if it's what he said, or how he said it. He says, "I got some good news, and I got some bad news. Bad news is you're never gonna be the same. You're never gonna be whole, not ever again. You lost your daughter. Nothing's ever going to replace that. Now the good news is, as soon as you accept that, and you let yourself suffer... you allow yourself to visit her in your mind, and you'll remember all the love she gave you, all the joy she knew." Point is, Martin, you can't steer from the pain. If you do, you'll rob yourself... You'll rob yourself of every memory of her. Every last one. From her first step to her last smile. Kill 'em all. Just take the pain, Martin. You hear me? You take it. It's the only way you'll keep her with you.
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There is a meadow in my perfect world, where wind dances the branches of a tree ,casting leopand spots of light across the face of a pond ...the tree stands tall and grand and alone,shading the world beneath it.
There will come a day when I rest against its spine and look out over a valley where the sun warms,but never burns.
I will watch leaves turn green, then amber,then crimson.Then no leaves at all.
But the tree will not die.
For in this place,winter never comes,it is here,in the cradle of all I hold dear ,I guard every memory of you.
And when I find myself frozen in the mud of the real——far from your loving eyes,I will return to this place. Close mine and take selace in the simple perfection of knowing you
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