beauty is an accident in the day
borrowed with permission
borrowed with permission
a cataclysm
we are ones feasting on leftovers
mouths wide with awe
and appetence
as skin tightens on our tired flesh
we find brilliant secret plots
of resurrection
life is dukkha
My dad spoke to me kindly and firmly and mere hours later the cremation has already taken place. There will be a celebration of life in Dece...
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