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Imagining Immortality We

Imagining Immortality We fall through death as snow falls into snow As single notes cohere in string quintets There won’t be any need to be unique when we’ve become theWhole

A Footnote Grief is solitary, a journey through uncharted land’; Sorrow is quick-sand. And yet the space between the living and the dead is only an illusion. The universe enfolds us all in time-less-ness. What was Still is Will ever be. Allah is tender-hearted (for a Muslim friend)

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