I met death one day and there was no judgment. It was a day for rain to sink through moss into the raw earth. There was no white light no angel to greet me other than earth pungent and alive drawing me deeply into dark folds.
I met death one day and there was no judgment. It was a day for rain to sink through moss into the raw earth. There was no white light no angel to greet me other than earth pungent and alive drawing me deeply into dark folds.
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