Death is to many, well a death. Be it an end or maybe even a new beginning. It is
an end of a life as we knew it and yet it takes on a life of it's own. Whether it is
in our mind or heart for some more here than there a time for reflection, sorrow,
what could have been and wasn't it great. To those and them, a remorse that may
not end, at least not in sight nor mind, but it too will grow to something not yet
seen or felt.
After all death is only one among many facets that we call life, be it prismatic,
be it filled with light.
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