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Ashes to ashes… dust to dust…

We begin as a tiny cell and die with our remains turning into 
little brittle specks of dust. All of our existence ends with our 
bodies melting into the earth churning with the clay. We live for 
love, we die in peace and through our journey we are taken 
through distant lands of free will. We eventually become one
with mother nature, what had been intended so long ago.


Ashes to ashes…dust to dust…

Though the earth offers air for our lungs and ground for our feet, 
it also offers a place of rest. That place is where everyone resides 
after they perish. We become one with each other and in our final 
resting place, we all share the same memories. Those of love. Those 
of pain. Those of sorrow. Those of joy. Even those who have lived the 
hardest of lives all carry some sort of happiness at one time or another. 
Those who have lived the easiest of lives still carry some sort of grief at 
one time or another. We feed off hunger and our bones eventually
turn to dust.

As our bodies pass, death is a must-
We all turn into ashes…
                    we all turn into dust.


March 22, 2017

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