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IV

May 15, 2013

I was walking one
day and I saw an
old withered woman.
“Take heart,” she said.
“But how can you say
that?” I said. “You may
so soon pass away,
fade, and be dead!”

“Don’t be afraid of
death,” she said. “You have
nothing to fear, love—
I’m not messing.
“It’s a gift, is death,
for one day your breath
will be heavy. Death
is a blessing.”

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