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The place is a living rebirth,
And all death is only temporary.
For soon in the land, the soil,
For soon in
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Every Thursday, around 11 am, right after the cemetery where I work receives the daily shipment of cremated remains to be interred, a frail nonagenarian steps out of the driver's seat of his Lincoln Continental and walks, unassisted, up a flight of twenty granite steps,…
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I know that my Butterfly loves me. I've known this for a long time. There are moments though, when you see a person whom is very important to you, as the embodiment of love, and that moment burns itself deep and permanently into your memory. I can remember it today as…
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...I’m honest enough to know that fucking around has never been accidental or unplanned. Every time I did it, even in the rock bottom throes of esteem, sobriety, and life, yes, even on the brink of suicide, I knew exactly what I was doing...
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