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Nov 2013
Words fail to describe the sadness of it all.

When I deeply contemplate the transient nature of human life, I realize that,from beginning to end, life is impermanent like an illusion.I will die first or others, whether death will occur today or tomorrow.Since there is nothing else that can be done, they carry the deceased out to the fields, and then what is left after the body has been cremated and has turned into the midnight smoke is just white ashes.human existence is such that death comes to young
and old alike without discrimination. So we should all quickly take to
heart the matter of the greatest importance of the afterlife
Chasity Rose
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