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#grecianaltar
Do not bury me in a box of oak or lead or ivory. I will have no use for pillows or satin, and no want for clothes. Do not bid farewell to my ashes from a clifftop or kneel in idolatrous worship at my Grecian altar. Lay me to rest beneath an orchard that you many eat of my body. Carve your initials into the bark of the apple tree I am to become and let me live once more.
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
When I am Dead