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My great-grandfather's death was the first time I really understood mortality.
My great-grandfather's death was the first time I really understood mortality.
Douse the flame
The kindling has run out
Wispy vapor fades to shadow
Gentle ashes flow about
Glowing embers are cooling
Scoop up the ashes that remain
Send a breath into your palm
and stir them into flight again
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