When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and tales all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, ans snaps the purse shut... I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,... and I think o each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular... and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the brigdegroom, taking the world into my arms...
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