A DEAD PERSON'S VIEW POINT
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Complete Wed, Aug 14, 2024<5 mins
Here's what I think the dead see... I've often wondered what goes on in the minds of those who have passed. Can they still see us? How do they experience their new existence? Is it a comforting refuge compared to the lives they once lived? Join me as I explore these questions and delve into the thoughts and feelings of the departed."
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If anyone knows where I can get good cover pages, don't hesitate to tag the page. (If you make good cover pages, I wouldn't mind working with you).
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