i am hardly a skeptic when death comes to visit; i pray most for heaven, at the end of every something i had hoped would exist forever—as though i may someday find it again, in some far-off place, surely too holy for my ambivalence to reach.
i am hardly a skeptic when death comes to visit; i pray most for heaven, at the end of every something i had hoped would exist forever—as though i may someday find it again, in some far-off place, surely too holy for my ambivalence to reach.
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