A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
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A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Poetry, stories and some random words...
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
Benjamin Grossman 
Welcome back! —CC
Thanks a lot. It’s nice to cross words again.
You bet. I look forward to new b-jams.
My next door neighbor died relatively young about three years ago. When she told me she had cancer, she was quick to add, “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell me jokes instead.”
Ooops! I meant to add. She seemed to me prepared.
That’s sad and sweet. And it’s tough to remember, but: death is really another part of life.