I feel...unfinished. There was a death last night. I am both sorry and happy for his passing. Long life well lived, nothing left unsaid, finally reunited with all those who've gone on before and were waiting for his arrival. Now all members of that immediate family are together again somewhere. I can't be sad because the echos of their vibrating
joy is surrounding me, pressing the sadness out where it flows in the rivers of someone else's tears.






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