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Thoughts of Death

Thoughts of Death Death is a foreign country I wish not to go there as I`m only used to life despite we do our best to destroy our planet. The aboriginals in Australia call death dream time, there are times when I ask if life is dream time and death is a reality. To meet souls who cannot dream floating about as dust in a landscape of oblivion.

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