where hypotheses come to die (madman101) wrote,
where hypotheses come to die

thunder falls

When it gets humid like this, I can still smell the faint odour of death from our dining room carpet, where my sweet dog Lady Baby was placed just after she died - during a thunderstorm - years ago.

There are a relative few horrible moments in our lives - moments that can't be reached by anything but pain.

And we die,

while these powerful moments somehow survive us, so strong, so distinct, so morbid to our soul.

Grace be with us, if only for balance.
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