I’ve been imagining what it would be like to know my death is coming.

I am proud of the fact that Death bothers me less when myself, than when my Wives.

I’m 50 now and I don’t welcome Death–but I don’t fear it either.

I need to think about why “proud” is the correct word above, but all is as it should be.

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