I fear not death, and when the time is right, I will welcome it and embrace it like a long-lost friend, and we will walk into the valley where the shadows softly whisper my name for the final time.  

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the …

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