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Aug

Meeting Death

Till day, I have wondered, how it feels to be touched by the caress of death. I often tried to recall mine, but never succeeded. And then it came to me, on tiptoes, cascading me in tiny ripples of unbreakable crescendo.

 

It was then the music broke through…

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