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The Fear

The Fear Now that it is Christmas, Nordic Jul or Hanukkah there is much talk about the soul like it should be an identity floating about as a body less person. To believe in a soul apart from body is a fallacy the last bastion for dreamers, those who believe in an afterlife the will to accept the death is end of life. Whether you put hundred on a grave it doesn’t matter for the dead only the florist thrives and those who in the night steal flowers for a lover; body and soul are inseparable but there are times the soul disappears first by Alzheimer one hopes the body will join the absent soul before memories has erased the life the remembered.

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