the afterlife Archives

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from which the grieving
can dial the numbers
of their lost ones and speak
to the listening dead.

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A croon, a harp, a bonnie sang,
/ Wi’ naething tae dee but tak’ wir ease,
/ An’ still-an’-on we’re loath tae gyang –…

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Though he that ever kind and true
/ Kept stoutly step by step with you
/ Your whole long gusty lifetime through,
/ Be gone awhile…

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I
/
/ This is the myth we chose to do without;
/ and surely the painter imagined the garden he shows
/ as…

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When we are gone
our lives will continue without us