Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
We have been trying to find one another for months a lifetime. Now we're finally getting close; I can feel it.
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