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A hand Extends out From black Void. It is rough, Rugged and Worn, like An aging worry. A voice Out of nothing Asks you to Come forward. "Put your Hand on Mine," it Says. You're afraid But you reach And set yours On theirs anyway. The room Bursts into A charade of White lights. Then everything Goes dark and You are once Again alone. "It is time," The voice Echoes from A far. "Death isn't Easy but y...
The Transfer
May 09, 2021
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