8/6/09

To greet death with open arms, to embrace what we have

All that was behind, she realized, was all she would ever have—perhaps a little more. There couldn’t be worlds of fantasy in store for her.

Her future was behind her—her memories were ahead.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)