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Is there such a thing as a humane death, a peaceful end to the pain of living?
ELIZABETH REDFERN, Music of the Spheres
Cats kept their secrets; they yielded to no one.
ELIZABETH REDFERN, Music of the Spheres
The wind stirs. Night clouds obscure the universe. A lower music now, a different kind of death. No stars tonight, my love.
ELIZABETH REDFERN, The Music of the Spheres
How cruel is the creature we call God, to regiment so brightly the beauty of the universe, and yet to allow such fetid decay here below.
ELIZABETH REDFERN, The Music of the Spheres
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