A Writer Looks At Death

Say What You Need to Say; Write What You Need To Write

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I awoke an hour earlier than usual this morning to face my imminent death. I’ve faced it before. I’ve faced it feeling sorry for things I may never see; feeling remorseful for things I may never do.

But I’d never faced it like this; mysteriously drawn to the confrontation in pre-dawn blackness, heavy laden…