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If We Knew What Comes Next, We Never Would Have Worried.

I Made Such A Fool Of Myself,” She Lamented. “love Does Not Make You A Fool.” “he Didn’t Love Me Back.” “that Does Not Make You A Fool, Either.” “just Tell Me …” Her Voice Cracked. “when Does It Stop Hurting?” “sometimes Never.

This Is A Story About A Family And, As There Is A Ghost Involved, You Might Cal It A Ghost Story. But Every Family Is A Ghost Story. The Dead Sit At Out Tables Long After They Have Gone.

A Wind Blew, And The Sand Around His Drawing Scattered. He Wrapped His Fingers Inside His Wife's, And Father Time Rekindled A Connection He Had Only Ever Had With Her. He Surrendered To That Sensation And Felt The Final Drops Of Their Lives Touch One Another, Like Water In A Cave, Top Meets Bottom, Heaven Meets Earth. As Their Eyes Closed, A Different Set Of Eyes Opened, And They Rose From The Ground As A Shared South, Up And Up, A Sun And A Moon In A Single Sky.

It Is No Coincidence That The Words 'trying' And 'dying' Are Only A Few Letters Apart.