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It was time. In one final breath, he closed his eyes and faced the setting sun. A gentle breeze swept down from the hills and like an ethereal body of sand, his very being was atomized by the song of the land and I was resewn into the oversoul of our world. No comments have been provided. Leave a comment on this entry: |
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