Recycling yourself – birth and death
Sleep is a short death. Death is a long sleep. When I read these lines which had mysteriously appeared on the picture of a deceased relative, they seemed to ring a bell.
Sleep is a short death. Death is a long sleep. When I read these lines which had mysteriously appeared on the picture of a deceased relative, they seemed to ring a bell.
A few years back, as a relationship was changing course, on being asked my plans, I said, “I want to raft the top ten rivers of the world”