To die, to sleep -
To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub,
For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...
William ShakespeareIn sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.
J.R.R. Tolkien
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien