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...and yet, we go on believing
sunset
funeral procession
of day
night
blind angel
pallbearer
sleep
cruel mockery
of death
tomorrow
jagged promises
lodged in the
throat of
our spirits
Published 14th Oct 2020
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14th Oct 2020 9:19am
Dear BK,
I really liked the comparison of death to life as we trudge forth. What else can we do? Sometimes I think it’s the macabre little game of whoever the higher power of ones belief is. Exhausting really.
So well written. H🌷
I really liked the comparison of death to life as we trudge forth. What else can we do? Sometimes I think it’s the macabre little game of whoever the higher power of ones belief is. Exhausting really.
So well written. H🌷
14th Oct 2020 12:41pm
Thank you, Honoria. It seems to that so much of what we believe can be turned on its head and reframed if we were only open to doing so.
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