Death is the dusty whiff thatheralds heaven’s tears splattering on bone dry earth.Grief’s curtains, lavender-greyabsterge high desert valleys and earth moves forth. I grew up in a family where the afterlife was all around us. My father often told about how he had seen an angel. In time, the story retold became an encounter with Jesus Christ. He said that he was visited in the bathroom while shaving, that he could see the angel’s bare ch...
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