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Falling into the Mist
When my grandma passed away, I felt myself falling into a cool gray mist. The mist was not painful…I did not hit rocks or break tree branches as I fell. I could hear…and see a little. But I lost my power to feel. Suddenly all the things that would usually consume my thoughts and energies…
In one life I will not learn enough.