• The Mutterings of Mystery in Misery

    Soul



    On dying well. I believe there is such a thing. My grandmother passed away yesterday. I went to the park into the wild autumn expanses and imagined that her soul was a million butterflies in flight. I though she would have liked that image. I hope in her last moments she found a glorious and vivid end to a life well lived. 


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