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Sep 2013
The birth of a star shedding light in the dark. But there is nothing more beautiful than death, for it is the passage way for birth. Just as all the elements thrown out allow new life to be born so does the death of a loved one, for it is their legacy that allows us to build from their wisdom and from their stories they feed us and nourish us. Just as the dead fox feeds the maggots and the maggots feed the birds and the birds feed the fox.
After all in the middle of death , there is the last wish. dEATh.
Fah
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