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Death's Door

I have knocked on death’s foreboding door more than once as it happens it was not the sound of my knocking that froze my soul but the sound of my knocking as it darkly echoed behind death’s door the door has yet to be opened but the sound of that echo will stay with me until the day that the door does get opened and I step straight on through.

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Date: 11/1/2024 6:40:00 AM
Nice poetic expression here Rory. I've talked to many who were near death or momentarily dead. They never forget the experience
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