"I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman, "which I water every day. I
own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never
knows). It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are
of no use to the stars . . ."

Embers and Ashes... and all that goes in between

They say its good news. Death .. In a dream.

A boding of good things to come. Closing of an old door, opening of a new one.
A flame kindling all night, burning out in the sun.

Death in a dream is not a farewell.
But a fare thee well and a beautiful news at hand ...



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