Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily declined in human form, just now making such a fuss about a blue umbrella left yesterday on a bus.

My siblings died the day I left for dry land and only one small bone recalls that anniversary in me.

My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers.

I lost a few goddesses while moving south to north and also some gods while moving east to west.