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Sun rays, moonlight, skyline, land. I approach my destination, transportation waiting. I board the vehicle, nothing in hand. Lock eyes with the driver, but his features were shaded. He seemed giddy at the thought of a new passenger. Concerned only with taking us toward where we were destined to be. His gaze full of intent, satisfaction, pure happiness. Every person seated seemed held a face adorned in fear, but not me. I’m anticipating my arrival, because I know this is not the end.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
Because Death is Not the End
Sun rays, moonlight, skyline, land. I approach my destination, transportation waiting. I board the vehicle, nothing in hand. Lock eyes with the driver, but his features were shaded. He seemed giddy at the thought of a new passenger. Concerned only with taking us toward where we were destined to be. His gaze full of intent, satisfaction, pure happiness. Every person seated seemed held a face adorned in fear, but not me. I’m anticipating my arrival, because I know this is not the end.
erianna-hill
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
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