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Even in the last days you need clean clothes; therefore you may be found in the laundry mornings, small task against the larger one of not breathing. With simple joy men may forget to fear their deaths. Six inches of snow reminds us of its dominance in a pleasant way. Coming and going of sleep, circling of the moon around the earth, earth around the sun. The great man dies and this makes death more noble for us all. It is with joy that I accept the pains that herald my end. I do my job well. I go to the well and break the ice for water. The bucket comes up full of dying wonder.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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