The last thing I did for my mother was illegal

An urn cost more than my rent. So I scattered my mother’s ashes at Yosemite from a Ziploc bag, without the federal permit I couldn’t afford to wait for My mother is in a Ziploc bag on my lap, wedged between a half-eaten bag of trail mix and my purse. My stomach is queasy from…

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