Death

A young girl once shivered at the thought of growing old or being whisked away before her time.

A teenager wanted so badly to embrace it, but something kept her at bay. A slight fear of the unknown lead her astray.

A young woman now truly accepts but doesn’t chase either. She learns it’s fickle ways, watches the patterns, and knows that it is friend not foe. She’s learned not to fear but to understand. She knows not to play too closely to that ever so thin veil, fore she knows whose face will meet her just beyond. She knows when shall be the time to answer the pull from beyond; the call of a dear friend named death.

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