i'm a spirit in the passageway. appearing and watching from afar. the gathering of angels singing over your head. the weeping of our brothers and sisters at your bed. held up like a state of suspension. a display of colors and cloudless sky. a comforting blue that soothes the pain both within and without. we talk about those memories and conversations. the idiosyncrasies that are both loved and mocked. like only a family can define. do continue to live and breathe.
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