Saprophyte
Mahmoud Awad
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I have in recent times come to wonder why death is looked upon as dark and desolate when in fact it isn’t. I see it as a transcendence of sorts. We come, we go, we move on. The life that many cling on stubbornly to when we have always known that we were meant to leave even as we were born, is a puzzle to me.

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