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I see every day, in a new way.
There's no need to cry.
There's no need to ask why.
Everybody does die.
There's no rhyme or reason.
It's just the way of the seasons.
Each of us when we rise in the morning do not know for sure if we will still be of this world when night falls.
This section of your work is so heart touching.
Blessings,
Lesa