Death is as light as rays of sun and quick as the warm spring breeze. Forever embracing and warm and forgetful and sleepy. A consoling hug from an eternal mother and a pillow for the soul of the weary. Soft and gentle, comforting and smooth.
And when the images of the end fill your closing eyes, take much joy in the memories of a life lived. For this is the glory of death; the comprehension of what it meant to live.
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