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maybe in the morning,-maybe in the morning,
she remembers watching the sunset from her father shoulders and thinking that it was as if the sun was dying. as if its long life was slowly falling away behind the skyline and that it sprayed colors across the ever-darkening sky to remind people that death is a beautiful thing. that in the morning, a new sun would rise and everything will be bright. when she dies, she wants to go out like a sunrise. she wants people to watch in awe as she changes everything just one last time and makes death beautiful.
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she's older now, and she imagines that death is like being awake at night; the comforting si
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Die Natur schlägt im Menschen die Augen auf und bemerkt, dass es sie gibt (Schelling)
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HOPE IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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