The Conclusion
William Welch
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This reminds me so much of the only form of personal prayer I believe in, despite being a practicing Christian who goes to church. I have lived myself with the certainty of death, and each day I am aware this is a day I earned through a thirst for survival. In a sense, I learned to live and be unafraid to love and to be vulnerable, a gift in my mind I was given at 23, because I lay in a hospital bed, with the clear and somehow calm realization that I know exactly what it takes for me to live: and that is love-for myself, the world, and those I choose to be with. And, to me, that is God. The terrifying love I found at the brink. This work was very beautiful and moving.

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