This is a wonderful rendition of the Leonard Cohen song. Happy Easter everyone.
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Thinking about reincarnation, I worry about the potential surplus of consciousness.
“I don’t think she’s breathing!”
It had been the dining room before they had installed the hospice bed, had scurried in with the paraphernalia of a sick room, had hoisted a dying woman carefully but without ceremony onto the sheets and covered her in blankets. 1,604 more words
My great-grandfather Antal, born in 1850, was Barbara’s great-grandson and my grandma Erzsebet’s father. Antal’s father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been salt miners in the small salt mining town in the hills of Maramures county. 1,790 more words