Posted on October 22, 2004 17:36 PM EST
There is a funereal pall to the day. One day I am given a vision of beauty and love and contentment. The next day I am told that the people in the vision looked content and peaceful because they were dead! How can beauty and love and happiness turn to death so quickly? What happened here? How is it even possible? It is like the child did not even have time to breath after being born. It was still-born. I am not able to get over it. I might never get over it.
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