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I suppose that I am reaching the time of life when many of the people I have known die. I always knew that death comes to everybody but the shock and unknown quantity of death surprises us, even when death is expected. We hear the bitter words and shed bitter tears and share the words and tears sometimes forgetting the love and cheers that the life of the person who has died brought us. We then carry on with our lives on the edge of the feather, expecting not to fly but to die.
Filed under: climate change Tagged: bitter tears, death, expecting to fly