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In a cottage near Tibet an old man in his bed   lies expecting that    which all of us will face     there's nothing on his mind      he's old and nearly blind       he leaves no one behind        a little more ahead         two figures lightly tread          then suddenly stop dead           and turn towards the shed            then             one walks towards the place              where the old man rests his face               on his old and washed out pillow case                         the figure step by step                 gets closer to the shed                  and then to the man's bed                   the old man turned his head                    to face the figure at his bed                                       "Finally..." he said.
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
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In a cottage near Tibet an old man in his bed   lies expecting that    which all of us will face     there's nothing on his mind      he's old and nearly blind       he leaves no one behind        a little more ahead         two figures lightly tread          then suddenly stop dead           and turn towards the shed            then             one walks towards the place              where the old man rests his face               on his old and washed out pillow case                         the figure step by step                 gets closer to the shed                  and then to the man's bed                   the old man turned his head                    to face the figure at his bed                                       "Finally..." he said.
anne-webb
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
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