The journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise, foraging for blueberries and lingon berries and having the company of a tiny mouse (remember Mr. Jingles in The Green Mile?) who's just as important as we are but will alas, also take the same journey as we all do eventually......
but life isn't over until everything is right, and if it isn't right, it isnt over.
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