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Kunama 1971


Reflections


The thought of being dead worries me.
Of being buried in some lonely, cold cemetry,
With others lying dead beside me.
At least there is equality in death.
Our personalities in the minds of the living are -
Like candlesmoke hanging in memories,
Until, they too, are swept into everlasting oblivion.

Julie Cox 31


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