Death has been much a part of this summer.
This is not a plaint; only one of those essentials life sometimes cannot deny.
Time just now is a quiet thing; death’s visitation means time passes more through its sacred spaces. It is also a face of different lineaments for every different life it looks upon.
Sometimes, not a horrific caller.
Sometimes … even a welcome one. One some of us can encounter with grace.
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