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Mar 2019
In the First of Days,
Before Death was made up to be an intruder, a mistake or a message wrongly delivered,
Death was temporary.
Like a Snake sheading its skin.
A crab crawling from its shell.
Death was a Renewal.
We Live, dying.
Rachel
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