Tag Archives: Dying

Lead

Here is a story to break your heart. Are you willing? This winter the loons came to our harbor and died, one by one, of nothing we could see. A friend told me of one on the shore that lifted … Continue reading

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Fall

“What are you looking at, Herman?” “Your head. Why don’t you have any hair?” “Because I’m going to die soon. It’s just like fall. The leaves falling.” “Do you become winter in the end, then?” “Yes. A long, long winter.” … Continue reading

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I curse the river of time

…when it came to dying, I was scared. Not of being dead, that I could not comprehend, to be nothing was impossible to grasp and therefore really nothing to be scared of, but the dying itself I could comprehend, the … Continue reading

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