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thunder falls

Posted on 2005.06.10 at 22:38
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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The Faery Of Dark Despair
despairfaery at 2005-06-13 03:09 (UTC) (Lien)
awwwww...sorry man. I know that smell. My favorite kitty died in our living room and everynow and then it would come back, but really faint.
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2005-06-13 03:14 (UTC) (Lien)

yeah

It brings you right back.
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