Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die.
-Mary Elizabeth Frye-
19 April 2013
"In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man." FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE Human, All-too-Human
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