On smiling at death | 836

My Author Journey, Sunday, February 25, 2018

# 836 (countdown)

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Woke up 4:00 am.

I wonder if I’ll be able to smile at death. Look it in the eyes (heck, why the idea that death should look like us? we’re so full of ourselves as species), so maybe it’s better if I said that I’ll be able to look it in the eye (or eyes) and be able to smile and…